SHOOTIN SHIT! (Toxic Punk Freestyle)

Rockstar, Rockstar Grrahh, grrahh Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm I call up my partner, put the chop on ya head like a barber (Bow) Rrahh, rrahh, rrahh-rrahh Blttt, bow Rrahh, Lil5iveten Lil5iveten Im So Slimee You don't wanna get us started Put shit in the dirt like gardeners I call up my partner, he'll put the chop on ya head like a barber Just like Candace Parker, we pull up shootin' shit Brodie Vince Carter, he pull up slam, i'm alley-oopin' shit Put him in a box, he done checked, we be doin' shit Packin' niggas, baggin' niggas, we out here movin' shit Look, he in a casket, they done put him in a suit and shit Fuck a bartender, give him shots now he loose and shit Stretch a nigga loose and shit, better tightin' up Ain't no fightin' us, one kiss from the glock, goodnight to ya' I pick up a gun, aim it with precision, nice as fuck Niggas said "it's up", put shit in they ceiling now they stuck Uh, Me and twin, we got Big Swagguh See yo bitch then we might grab her Yea, we'll gladly bag her Uh, that lil bitch a gagger Jus like batter, i'ma beat that shit, I bet she love the pattern Then she gotta' skid-daddle, if you want the bitch, shit you could have her I'm smokin' gas, know I gotta have it, yea I got a habit And I don't smoke that shit if it's in a baggie, I smoke out the packet Pack a opp, flip him like an acrobatic, he doin' gymnastics Pull up, jumpshot, make him hop like a rabbit Brodie gon pop us a cab Try to reach, the pistol I grab Arm in his face, make a lil nigga dab Standover gang, peel shit like a scab Take off his lid for all that cap Pop off his top, leave his fitted in his lap Put him to rest, he ain't takin' no nap Knock out his lights, he gettin' clapped (Bow) They like "WOAH!, fuck is that sound?" Three-Five-Seven, it's a Tre-Pound Car swing thru, we breakin' it down Slam at a opp, i'ma take him down Now it's a dead nigga layin' onna ground Fuck, should've never been out of bounds Do me a hit, then I go out of town (Bet the police can't find me now) 5iveten on the beat, yea it's goin' down I smoke weed, I don't spark no milds (I smoke weed, I don't spark no milds) Uh, You don't wanna get us started Put shit in the dirt like gardeners I call up my partner, he'll put the chop on ya head like a barber Just like Candace Parker, we pull up shootin' shit Brodie Vince Carter, he pull up slam, i'm alley-oopin' shit Put him in a box, he done checked, we be doin' shit Fuck a bartender, give him shots now he loose and shit Stretch a nigga loose and shit, better tightin' up Ain't no fightin' us, one kiss from the glock, goodnight to ya' I pick up a gun, aim it with precision, nice as fuck Niggas said "it's up", put shit in they ceiling now they stuck Brodie gon pop us a cab Try to reach, the pistol I grab Arm in his face, make a lil nigga dab Standover gang, peel shit like a scab Take off his lid for all that cap Pop off his top, leave his fitted in his lap Put him to rest, he ain't takin' no nap Knock out his lights, he gettin' clapped (Bow) They like "WOAH!, fuck is that sound?" Three-Five-Seven, it's a Tre-Pound Car swing thru, we breakin' it down Slam at a opp, i'ma take him down (Take him down) Fuck, should've never been out of bounds (Been out of bounds) 5iveten on the beat, yea it's goin' down (yea it's goin' down) Uh