Drip Freestyle

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J Neat - Rap, Hip-Hop

Drip Freestyle

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[Intro: WhyS, Tallup Twinz & J Neat] You diss Wassi you get shot in your fuckin' head Two trap phones but bros callin' from the dead You control your life, homie, you make your bed I got deadmihana, doc', I don't need the meds My forty's actin' up, I think my bitch is on the reds I'm 'bout to slap it up and lock my hair in the dreads Gang, gang, gang, gang You know how we rockin', nigga Ahhh, bah, bah, bah, we hear it, crodie Brrr Wass Gang, nigga Uh, shoutout broski, J Neat, man Wass Gang, man, it don't get no realer than this, uh Free the guys Long live PK Free 30,free MK, gang Only real niggas with me in the cut Know how we coming [Verse] Ay, ay, ay, ay I ran to that bag they be lazy Different sauce, I ain't talkin' 'bout gravy Quarter breezy's stuck on a baby I was robbin' the trap, is what saved me In the field like a nigga playin' football Got the place still jumpin' like John Wall I started gettin' money, now they pissed off Watch that dope lock like a pit jaw My shooters, they shoot with precision We got birds, I ain't talkin' about pigeons Hunnid M's is a young nigga mission And that life that I spit, man, I live it Man I just wanna ball like I'm TwoTwo Big neenr on me, not no deuce, deuce Get knocked, man, I don't know who's who Feds tryna solve the case like it's Blue's Clues It's J Neat, man, I ain't gotta say much Got my wrist in the pot, got that good touch If you think that you're sick, nigga, try some See a face on the news, that's that real love I can never let bygones be bygones I'm gon' run him down until the clip done Gotta pray everyday, I be sinnin' Thank God for all the times he forgiven I keep a stick 'cause I can't be a victim Eyes closed 'cause I can't be a witness 'Cause I ain't goin' out and I ain't snitchin' I'm the man, I'm the man and they know it Stay humble keep the money growin' Had to wait, had to wait, I was patient Now I know that my team is gon' make it And we chasin' that bread like I'm bakin' Twenty-four in the clip like a Laker Twenty-four in the clip like a Laker Said she wanna fuck but I don't save her You can have that bitch, I don't date her I don't date her, I don't date her You can have that bitch, I don't date her I don't date her, I don't date her You can have that bitch, I want paper I'm chasin' money I want all of it These niggas praying that I fall and quit If it's not a bag, what you offerin'? I don't want your sex, I get lots of it Late nights had to grind for this Couple zips on me, that's a basic trip My shooter ain't playin', better watch your lip Can't say too much, niggas talkin' shit Streets cold, keep a Glock and shit Think he a man, he gon' talk and shit No ball but I'm nice wit' the rocks and shit Name somebody we ain't harder than I love my life so I walk wit' it Try to diss the guys then we chalkin' him Fuck the opps and whoever rock wit' 'em Like Golden State ain't no stoppin' us When bosses talk, better listen We don't do indirect and sneak disses Free WhyS, my broski a menace YV take his life in some seconds My name hold weight like I'm benchin' We them niggas and we came wit' extentions This that new Wass, you can't catch it He tryna run his mouth 'til we catch him When that day comes you gon' regret it 'Cause we gon' leave a man at the intersection Opps like ounto, how we press 'em Free them guys who's sendin' them letters Fuck the system, can't hold you forever Stayin' low and stackin' my cheddar She wanna fuck 'cause her man can't do better Ran through the scene with the pole under my sweater Aye, aye, aye Whip it up, whip it up Aye, aye, aye Lil' nigga, show me some Aye, aye, aye Lil' nigga, where you from? Aye, aye, aye Told lil' bro load it up In the dot gotta be on kotch Whole lotta XD's, whole lotta Glock Try to run up on me, Tallup start sendin' 'em shots No we don't box, we put niggas on the box Them Wassas go crazy, wanna see 'em at your top Wassas go crazy, wanna see 'em at your top Aye, aye, aye Wanna see 'em at your top [Outro: Tallup Twinz] At his fuckin' top, nigga Wass Gang, nigga We don't slide, we drift Wass Gang, big drip, nigga Shoutout the bros Free WhyS, free Twin, nigga, gang Shoutout broski J Neat Slatt

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