187 Freestyle

Lyrics

[Intro] Niggas can't fuck with me, nigga, this shit regular I do this in my spare time, niggas know what it is Nigga If your whip ain't a hundred thousand, don't talk to me For real, nigga This real life, Stinc team, dumbass [Verse] I pull up on the Shaw like what's good? Man, who really want it? Hop out with a Draco and a nina got a semi on it Like I paid a rapper for a feature, it's got 50 on it My shiny teeth are mids, Chip Skylark and Timmy Turner Beef with who, what? Shit, it's time to take a trip to turner Sesame Street, lil' nigga, you just a lil' Ernie Big bird knock down big bird with a big bird Desert Eagle on me, lil' nigga, as I switch slerve Sliding down your block in the coupe, watch me hit curbs Stinc Team, dummy, you can tell by my whiskers They don't know a thing, all they know is mister mister Moncler coats 'cause it get cold in the winter Hit a rat with the chop, had to roast Master Splinter I am not these other rappers, mop sticks in the sprinter When I step up in the party, mosh pits as I enter Say she wanna pay the fee, look, I got another winner Them Guccis is Boosie, but I had to cop these I'm all about extortion but don't bring it by me If you judging from my opps, you'd think my gang was Yi Ching AR with the tits on it, I feel like Yao Ming 40 with the dick on it, right now I gotta pee I'm not with all that Instagram beefing and coppin' pleas If you wanna see a story, then Instagram follow me I am Mr. Mosley, these niggas ain't as hot as me Bought Cartier gold 'cause I like designer things I like my neck froze, throw some polar ice on me My gang kind of reckles,s we like pulverizing things Michael-fucking-Myers, read the story 'bout a kid Freddy Kreuger, nigga, you get tortured in your dreams Play me 'bout my bread and you be walking with the dead Like a hungry humble Haitian, you ain't never getting fed Put sixes on my pieces, niggas definitely the feds Try me for my pieces, then you definitely want death I'm Mr. I Run LA, thirty stacks up in the Benz Had dreams 'bout making money, Granite Jackson in my head [Outro] Know this shit regular, I've been doing this shit nigga Shit really regular, shit Like I said, if your whip ain't a hundred thousand, don't talk to me We blow money every day, nigga Broke niggas saving money, ain't got time for that, nigga You know what it is when you see that GLE coupe, nigga Hundred thousand, and a nigga neck froze Where my hitters be When the chopsticks is out Big FN's, Dracos and all that, 7.62s, nigga Quit talking like you looking for me Niggas ain't looking for a nigga It ain't hard to find a hundred thousand Scared-ass niggas We know the deal, shit regular to me Ugh Ha All I do is talk shit, y'all niggas hate me I already know, this is so cold I do em But y'all gon' listen to this tape though Scared-ass niggas