Out East (Out West Freestyle)

Saylook Man when I found out that Kobe had died I poured up a 8 to my soul fool I ain’t gone lie that shit there touch my soul foo Rest In Peace to the mamba that’s one of the goats Swear I be sliding on shit just the way that I want Don’t compare me to ole dude Told that hoe this is it ain’t no soul food No I didn’t wanna fuck I just wanted the throat Like a bitch that’s been snitching, that’s all that she wrote Preach to these niggas I’m prolly a pope Get sick and tired of these niggas tryna chime in for real Like they know me for real when they don’t No I’m not paying no $40 for pussy I do not know bout this shit that y’all speak of Shit is too cheap so it gotta be dangerous Told all my niggas we gotta stay dangerous Smokin that shit that’s gone clear out yo sinus fr I had sinus fr now I don’t I get behind her like I’m doin the heimec fr do the heimec fr like she choke Shawty had thought she was getting some money from me Think I trick on these hoes but I don’t I only trick if I wanna show out, only showout if I wanted her throat Her friend say she like me I’m fuckin em both Ion give no fuck I wun loyal to neither Shawty found out fuck around got a threesome Sometimes I might watch and just let that hoe eat her Shawty had told me to pop me a perky Turned to a animal like I’m Batista She got that super head call her vegeta Yes I’m a king like my sister Regina Yo potna a snitch he got served a subpoena These niggas know I come straight from the flat Fuck me a hoe in Plantina, Missionary I fuck that hoe right on her back I didn’t know that yo hoe was a creamer All it took was some wings lemon pepper all flats Gone and ask bout the truth have they seen him If I ain’t on the East you can catch me out west bitch Man when I found out that Kobe had died I poured up a 8 to my soul fool I ain’t gone lie that shit there touch my soul foo Rest In Peace to the mamba that’s one of the goats Swear I be sliding on shit just the way that I want Don’t compare me to ole dude Told that hoe this is it ain’t no soul food No I didn’t wanna fuck I just wanted the throat Like a bitch that’s been snitching, that’s all that she wrote Preach to these niggas I’m prolly a pope Get sick and tired of these niggas tryna chime in for real Like they know me for real when they don’t No I’m not paying no $40 for pussy I do not know bout this shit that y’all speak of Shit is too cheap so it gotta be dangerous Told all my niggas we gotta stay dangerous Smokin that shit that’s gone clear out yo sinus fr I had sinus fr now I don’t I get behind her like I’m doin the heimec fr do the heimec fr like she choke