Unreleased Freestyles

Lyrics

[Untitled Freestyle #1] Yeah Amber London, BRK Bitch Shout out all my 305 niggas I'm riding thru tha city, tryna do my own thang I'm smokin' like a hippie, then my fuckin' phone rang It was my lil boo, askin' me to come thru But i'm steady smoking trees, lettin' back the sunroof But we do what we want to, on the one-two Told him he can bring some bitches, cuz that shit be fun too I be creepin' on tha low, while i'm sippin' on tha 4 You wasn't gettin' it befo' so just sit and hit the dro- Cuz when ya bitch get tha dough, you know you like it Cuz you fuckin' wit a pro, and you know you like it Frontin' like a lil ho, but I know you like it When you call back, that's how I know you like it He get excited when we light it, he get high just like a kite did And I likе it cuz he love it, he placе nothin' else above it Imma thug bitch put some [?] in, and we tryna get right Mixed sprite, till you see that mothafucka' get bright Ion know about you hoes, only know about mine Bitch i'm always on tha grind, plus tha go gotta shine I be in tha cutest clothes, but i'm holdin' that nine Ion fuck wit you hoes, ion fuck wit yo kind Bitch you steppin' outta line, but you so outta time Cuz I got that .44, I let it go at yo spine Bitch I say what's on my mind, imma talk that trill You a fake bitch, and he won't call back still When yo bitch hit tha do' you know it's real Ion fuck wit you hoes, and i'm so for real I be doin' what a real bitch supposed to feel We coast to coast, but my niggas come close to kill Raider Klan is the clique, hoe From the get-go Make a slutty hoe get low, for my kin folk Rollin' wild, takin' in smoke Bitch I been dope I wrote until my pen broke, rest in peace Pimp do' You know you like it You know you like it You know you like it You know you like it You know you like it You know you like it You know you like it You know you like it [Untitled Freestyle #2] Y'all nigga know what it is We comin' thru tha mothafuckin' door, nigga Bitch All my niggas know what i'm doin' Uh, I told y'all niggas give me time, bitch I'm comin' right thru yo mothafuckin' door Yeah bitch it's me, and i'm comin' thru tha door (door) Amber London thuggin' I ain't ever been a ho (no) Ridin' wit my niggas, all black we too legit (jit) Ridin' wit my niggas, so whatchu see is whatchu get (bitch) Underground killa ho, we straight from outta six (six) I'm ridin' down tha block, but i'm still bumpin' Triple Six You high, but you get hit, because my niggas do not miss Do not risk yo life, wit dem niggas who ain't rich Smokin' sip tonight, we gon' drift until we lift Paint so wet, that it drip, but ho it ain't fo' you to slip If you do, then i'm snatchin' we come thru, and we matchin' wit my niggas who blowin' tha skunk Bringing tha phonk Pistol packing, I ain't slackin' I stay low, to [?] da game but never told it I stay floated, all gold I go hard, I just exploded How I wrote it, I'm the coldest Better know it or get told bitch [Untitled Freestyle #3] Yuh, bitch If I tell yo ass tha sco' We gon' ride, we gon' roll See my bitches got tha dro' and they be high at every show Out da back, Cadillac Strap in my lap, you could get clapped With this hammer bitch, so please don't make me snap Wit my boys, we make noise, cuz we real Top down, '84 pokin' out tha wheel Smokin' on that killa, I stay locing out some shill A bitch gon' keep on goin' hard, but they stay hoping i'm gon' peel My eyes open, and I feel like i'm bout to make a meal Stop to take a deal, top drop, Jamaican weed, I'm feeling like a roster But my choppa turn yo brain into a pasta I'm something like yo papa, knock it off or you get popped up I'm [?] tha baby, tryna stay from getting locked up These streets ain't got no pity for a bitch, I keep my Glock up And if you try to play me, hope you stay from gettin' shot up You hit tha ground and never got up, you not tough I tried to tell ya They say "hell yea" when I say "you want familiar?" Ridin' wit my bitches, and you know they don't feel ya Bitch i'm smokin' green, I stay clean, not no filter Trunk tilt up, it's Mathilda ridin' apple over silver I'm a real bitch I still try to keep it civil Sprite purple drizzle, spark the blunt until it sizzle And fuck who you is, ho i'm sippin' on this lean And nigga fuck you mean, i'm tha underground queen Cuz i'm so drop dot clean