Free BabyEBG Freestyle

Lyrics

[Intro] Yah (Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?) (2wo2imes couldn't give a damn) [Chorus] Huh, tell the hoes they better get some act right Huh, we don't fuck the same hoe from last night We got some drank cost more than yo' coat line She wanna fuck then I break that hoe spine When I was 15, man, I had my first .9 I don't talk to them niggas, got these niggas droppin' dimes Man, I fuck the bitch once, I don't care if she fine Only time I double back when the shit just tight Put that shit on the dirt, you keep writin' through them kites I don't care what you bang, that ain't savin' yo life Junkiе's, they droppin' two xans in one sprite Rich junkiе, tryna pop percs on sight Offer me a 50 racks, catch me a flight I don't need no co-defendant, I do all my crimes Since I got rich, paid the shooter eight times Man, you got the spot hot stop looking through the blinds [Verse] I don't give a fuck about her, I don't care if she ain' mine Had a bad day, caught him at the right time 16 years old, ain't no Glock, It just steyr Shit get scary, Michael Myers Life was a gamble I rolled with no dice I'on want that hoe, man I pass that hoe twice Two at my face man, that my sacrifice Whoa want the Glock, I'm like "Two" I ain't see 12 come through, on god, they just popped out the blue I know how to rob, man this shit in my roots Straight out the cell then I jumped in the coupe Straight out of prison my life is a movie He say he finna drop who? Got my young nigga hanging in project in the kitchen with my bitch whippin' pyrex Give a fuck 'bout a hoe, she get no text Man, I love all my hoes on I'm just upset She ain't do shit, she ain't give no neck She gotta go, They like I'm hard, I know Talm' 'bout some money?, let's get it, let's go Talm' some racks, then you know I need more Left his ass drowning, we call 'em Nemo I'm trying go to LA, and they tryna' kick a door LAX after I'm fuckin' yo hoe [Chorus] Huh, tell the hoes they better get some act right Huh, we don't fuck the same hoe from last night We got some drank cost more than yo' coat line She wanna fuck then I break that hoe spine When I was 15, man, I had my first .9 I don't talk to them niggas, got these niggas droppin' dimes Man, I fuck the bitch once, I don't care if she fine Only time I double back when the shit just tight Put that shit on the dirt, you keep writin' through them kites I don't care what you bang, that ain't savin' yo life Junkie's, they droppin' two xans in one sprite Rich junkie, tryna pop percs on sight Offer me a 50 racks, catch me a flight I don't need no co-defendant, I do all my crimes Since I got rich, paid the shooter eight times Man, you got the spot hot stop looking through the blinds (Man, you got the spot hot, stop looking through the blinds)