Freestyle

Gucci Mane & Birdman - Rap, Gangsta Rap
Freestyle
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Duration: 3:42
Lyrics
[Intro: Birdman & Young Thug] (Ayy, yeah) Yeah You under-dig, nigga? Top floor type shit (Yeah) Chandeliers with marble floors, boy [Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan] My baby mama just put me on child support Fuck a warrant, I ain't going to court Don't care what them white folks say, I just wanna see my lil' boy Go to school, be a man and sign up for college, boy Don't be a fool, be a man, what you think that knowledge for? She dissed me in high school, no reason to acknowledge her Lead by example, I don't fuck 'round with no followers Follow up on everything I do, ask my girl Call the cops, I don't give a fuck, I travel all 'round the world Wake up too late for breakfast, I need a lunch meal My producer cut hoes off, done deal I'm real, I'm Quan, all I speak is truth, ooh Come here, all I want is you Ayy, pull up, put it on me, baby girl, bring it to me, now I'm just tryna get in, then work my way out I don't care who you came with, but you leavin' with me for the rest of the night It's over, got good luck, four-leaf clover If she wanna fuck, tell her, "Come over" Thugger pulled up, that's my brother Same mother, different daddy Ridin' in that Caddy All-black tint, you ain't seen this before None of my shit rented, you ain't seen this before "Tell me just what you spent," nigga, I spent some more (Hahahaha) Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Walked in with a new gun on me, y'all niggas thought I was playin' Y'all niggas out here think you sellin' coke, you sellin' can Thugger my man, Birdman my man Two words, Rich Gang YSL, Rich Gang, Rich Homie for life, ayy Try any one of us, you'll lose your life Play with these big dogs, better have your phone, call it a night I don't play no games, no way, Thugger [Verse 2: Young Thug] Psh, thought I was gone until I walked in like the man of the year Got a endorsement with GTV, y'all niggas drinkin' beers When it come to Young Thug, the young bitch jump like she was drinkin' this Bottom of my cup red, I bang for real I spent a lil' sixty on Act', I drink for real I want Quan medication, he got pain pills But I need to see my girl to make my pain heal But I ain't never been in love, I don't know how pain feel, hey Do my thing all across the globe That's why I spend big banks on all my hoes I– I– I spend the largest bank on all my clothes That pussy so wet she gotta dry it outdoors, Quan [Verse 3: Rich Homie Quan & Young Thug] Hit her from the back, she like– (Ayy) All she know is– (Ayy) Money to the ceilin' like– (Ayy) Thugger Thugger, say, "Ayy" If you got a problem, then– (Oh) Shootin' guns like– (Oh) Stupid ho like– (Oh) Condo full of– (Hoes) I got stupid money at the condo I just moved in, boy, I ain't even count it (What?) Niggas think they on 'cause they in a rental car Everything on me and I own it (Woo) Number one at shoppin' everything I see I can buy that shit if I want it And every day I wake up, I'm tryna get my cake up with all of my rich homies [Outro: Birdman & Young Thug] Three G's on the blades, nigga (Ayy, yeah) Millionaires, boy Get your game up, nigga Living life like that, boy (Yeah) Like it's no tomorrow, you heard? Rich Gang, that fly shit, nigga Size us up, guarantee you gon' lose, you heard? Ice game so fly Drop a fifty on a nigga feet, fuck 'em Let your people wear your T-shirts, nigga Let's roll
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Credits
- Writers
- Rich Homie Quan
- Young Thug
- Birdman
- Dun Deal