Villain Freestyle

I need the files filled up before I leave session In the crib, drugged up, I got some bitches I've been textin' My cousin nem' got wockiana ain't never been to Texas Five thousand on some Robin jeans, okay today I'm flexin Today, I'm gettin' my blessings, right These niggas be fake' like moissanite Double cup sippin I'ma need me some ice Aye, I lived to be the villain, I ain't put up a fight Everything that I'ma do is right by you Got packs in the boat they came from Thailand Growin' up, wanna be John Gotti, lookin' up to niggas like Saint Pablo This week, I might cop the Rarri next month I might cop the Lambo Whole lotta racks compound lookin' like Camp Lazlo Getting way too much money, I'm too much to handle Last night, fucked a random bitch, now I'm in the booth, just sayin' some shit Most these niggas couldn't even imagine this Now I got to ship it off fast, I don't even want the brick In the studio, I'm makin' these hits We got Chef Woes cookin' this shit, in the studio high as a bitch, I'ma double cup all my problems, I don't feel like ballin' my fist I don't feel like changin' my fit today I might mix the dope with the Minute Maid I might take it back to 7th grade when I walked around with a bankroll Nowadays it's debit or credit, I don't give a fuck about pesos Thank God I dodged that case, we got that shit closed This lil' bitch all in my face, she want some Ricky O's I got black, I got white, what you want? I got Oreos Forty thousand, every month, just to replace the pillows I'm in the hills on my fifth blunt, nigga, I don't know this zip code Aye, nigga, I don't know this zip code Aye, nigga, I don't know this zip code