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Freestyle
by Drino
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Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Drino
East to west
SBL be the motherfucking label, nigga
Ju-jumped off that Porch at 16, ever since I've been getting this money
Any nigga trying to intervene gonna catch shots to his tummy
Gotta get it by any means, serving junkies
from Monday to Sunday
(Trap)
Now a nigga up getting bucks
All these bitches trying to fuck me
Been up in the field since back in the days
Bitch, I'm stuck in my ways
Every day its lit
Turnt like a Friday
A nigga can't tell me shit unless it's how to get paid
Time is money, why waste
You niggas straight lightweight
SBL, MBM, bitch, you know that we getting it in
All my niggas gangstas committing sins
sending shots to the brim
if I don't got my gat
You still getting whacked
Run up i'ma split yo chin
Get smoked like a pack, knock his hat off his rack
Put him right in the wind
(Gang)
(Gang)
(Gang)
(Gang)
(Gang)
(Gang)
(Gang)
(Gang)
(Gang)
(Gang)
(Gang)
(Gang)
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Drino
East to west
SBL be the motherfucking label, nigga
Ju-jumped off that Porch at 16, ever since I've been getting this money
Any nigga trying to intervene gonna catch shots to his tummy
Gotta get it by any means, serving junkies
from Monday to Sunday
(Trap)
Now a nigga up getting bucks
All these bitches trying to fuck me
Been up in the field since back in the days
Bitch, I'm stuck in my ways
Every day its lit
Turnt like a Friday
A nigga can't tell me shit unless it's how to get paid
Time is money, why waste
You niggas straight lightweight
SBL, MBM, bitch, you know that we getting it in
All my niggas gangstas committing sins
sending shots to the brim
if I don't got my gat
You still getting whacked
Run up i'ma split yo chin
Get smoked like a pack, knock his hat off his rack
Put him right in the wind
(Gang)
(Gang)
(Gang)
(Gang)
(Gang)
(Gang)
(Gang)
(Gang)
(Gang)
(Gang)
(Gang)
(Gang)
