Voice Gone Freestyle

Lyrics

[Intro] My motherfuckin'— (Ooh, Austin) My motherfuckin' voice gone Ayy, still in this bitch It's all excuses [Verse 1] Ayy, sorry, sweatheart, pull your pants up Yeah, really, I just want my dick sucked My bitch sluttin' out my other bitch, we all some sick fucks Mama thick, I'm suicidal, I just fucked my wrist up Cut the bitch off, got my bands up Boy, you know it was us that did that shit, and what? Pocked stuffed than a bitch, I keep on gettin' my hands stuck Ayy, man up, why you take the bitch back, simp? Walked up to my bank account then hit a backflip We finally did it, count more miles and go to Saks Fifth Saint Laurent track 'fit, smoke up with a bad bitch Your bitch likely love me with your chain on, her neck itch My voice gone 'cause I was fuckin' on your rap bitch Outside in the rain with no motherfuckin' jacket So many scam pages, I should be on Catfish Just madе a bunny come out the top, this ain't no hat trick [Chorus] Nigga think he fuckin' with mе, he dreamin' Ironic how I'm fresh as hell but I'm freezin' Bitch, let me get some neck, I need it (Right now) I'm in the clouds with no socks, like Jesus Hit a nigga block with them mops, then bleed it Pussy nigga better take cover, anemic Forgot I had a bitch, she just dumped me for cheatin' I'm so rich, I don't give a fuck, I mean it, ayy [Verse 2] Ayy, I don't give a fuck, nigga Say she on her period, I'm finna titty fuck with her Yeah, in the air booted, I don't need to punt kick her On a jet high as hell, sendin' hits on fuck niggas Please forgive me, Lord Know he used to be my dog, finna blaze that dork I don't like these niggas In the city right now tryna find these niggas His gray gon' be pissed on like Chauncey Billups I'm OT, iced out with like five, six bitches You would've cuffed her, I just passed her to live and Jimmy I was tryna make a band like I signed to Diddy Love my fans, tat my autograph when I sign they titties Yeah, life's great Even ones mean more to me still might hate Cubans on, don't get it twisted like an ice tray Scammin' hard, don't give a fuck 'bout what the price say Broke-ass nigga, ayy [Chorus] Nigga think he fuckin' with me, he dreamin' Ironic how I'm fresh as hell but I'm freezin' Bitch, let me get some neck, I need it (Right now) I'm in the clouds with no socks, like Jesus Hit a nigga block with them mops, then bleed it Pussy nigga better take cover, anemic Forgot I had a bitch, she just dumped me for cheatin' I'm so rich, I don't give a fuck, I mean it, ayy [Outro] Talkin' to this one bitch, right? But now I fucked her, right? But she just not tellin' me this I knew the bitch looked familiar from a while ago It ain't— First of all, bro These bitches be tryna play drunk as hell Let me tell y'all somethin', bro Let me tell y'all niggas somethin', bro These bitches be tryna play roles But literally, we had fucked every bitch in Detroit And you know it say like, literally No bitch, bro, in Detroit is safe, like every bitch think I've fucked Five, six, seven-four, bro That's what niggas gotta know These bitches gettin' fucked I'm 'bout to fuck this bitch tonight But at the end of the day I feel like four days Probably like five days, I'll say five days, this like the sixth day You know what I'm sayin'? But at the end of the day, I'm like Look familiar as hell Whole time, I had to go through the group chat Peep the video Bro, these hoes be poppin' tryna play they role, bro, this shit was crazy, bro We literally them niggas bro, like, I swear to God on my life, bro I don't think no group, no, no rap group in Detroit fucked more hoes than us, bro, at all, I swear to God