Touchable (Freestyle)

Lyrics

[Verse] Hunnid on the chop, if you with him then you touchable Used to slap his music 'til I found out he was touchin' kids Weird niggas all up on my line, where'd you find this beat? And all the glitter from your neck is blinding me Shit, I guess it's time for me to speak my truth now This nina got a dick on it, I'm aiming that at RuPaul Dilated pupils, .45's, no Rugers Mr. Big Bank Buddha, that's Mr. Big Banc Uchie Big bank uchie face, Mae Ling, Susan Lee Oh God, I just love just what you do to me My hitman actually went to school with me I don't want no paisas in my jewelry I don't have no time for no buffoonery Nice long ruler clips, my mansion's in the hills I'll headshot any nigga tryna cancel beef Police ass niggas in my ear, stop harassing me Catastrophes, tragedies, bullets coming at rapid speed Five thousand hundreds on the mattress, please add it up These rap niggas corny, I'll slap the shit out 'em This is a stupid chop, got held back a few classes Niggas seen a pump, then he scream he got asthma Even store runners can learn about gymnastics It's three hundred in a duffle, you know, bitch, do a backflip Lyin' bout shit he don't do, he's the captain Capper, I came with the flu flammers and jackers I'm a demon, ghetto heathen, believe me Beat him with a grey bag, blood all up in Neiman's Leave a nigga like a scarecrow, tonight is like Jeepers Creepers Two letters on the chop, made him sing like Justin Bieber Oh, how many bodies you got? I don't believe you Put these tips on you, I'll split your rig, run-up Man, this chop got Bruce Lee kick on it Like his ass in timeout, you notice I'll put a switch on him I'm from the Stinc Team and we don't do big homies Finna slide on they block, yes indeed, this when thugs cry He wanted to at me on Twitter and be a tough guy Dumbass, I'd advise you to block me Chop hitting harder than Balboa Rocky Street sweeper but I came in with a mopstick Bitch, you really don't want no beef, you should drop it Just dance, Tommy the Clown ass nigga R.I.P. with the pound right in front it Paint a nigga, you a clown, is you Krusty? Disgusting, fuck me, I should've been on Musty Funny ass niggas all look like Chris Tucker Rush Hour, bitch, I'm looking for Juntao, I'm finna bust him Mae Ling, Soo Yung, my watch is not two-tone Bald head Caillous, I need all the blue ones I spent my life running from shooting newton Pull the double-R to the block and do it to 'em, The Ruler [Outro] We know the truth Man, you, know what's going on Touchable, nigga