Freestyle

Lyrics

[Verse 1: L'A Capone] The opps ridin' so I got to keep the cannon up It's funny that he mentioned it I guess I am a nut Slash zookeeper 'cause folks is an animal Now keep up, yo bitch we need her Only 13 watchin' 'em put the keys up The .45 made homie freeze up Got on, next thing you know I had to re-up Steady rollin' up thoinks in the dutch Just a wild young nigga I ain't never give a fuck Killas out lurkin', got broski in the cut Bad bitch on the left of me screamin' "What's up?" All it's goin' take for me to get the black 8 Drop rakes, jump gates, then they put the red tape Feds on our ass, 59th ain't safe Just a lot of young hot heads at 6-Trey Free them hittas, there's a couple of 'em left But don't think shit's sweet 'cause you can still meet death Fix his ass up if he need a repair Never fall for a bitch, love don't sleep here Got money over here, got money over there Triple stacks in my system, thoinky in the air [Verse 2: Rondonumbanine] I say 600 niggas, yeah we pull them triggas Yeah we going hard, we cashin' out OTF, FTO, my niggas we all spazzin' out D Rose got that 30 clip Shots fired nigga, you better dip Man L'A finnna smoke a zip Then let an opp meet the 30 clip Got a red bone with big hips And a foreign car I just zipped My team winnin', ain't no L's SnitchK, I can't tell Killin' shit like Fat Trel See an opp, he better bail Sendin' shots, they show and tell Tec hit you now yo ass nailed Steve Drive, fuck the opposite 808 got a nigga lit Got money so it's fuck a bitch Throwin' L's sayin' "Free Slick" Fuck the jakes. I would never snitch Mac-11 hit yo face quick Stain his ass and I hit the dip This shit real, not a movie clip [Verse 3: L'A Capone] We really on KD, me, Malik, and Lil Dee Dreads swingin in my face, black hoodie ACG The way we do hits got the cops like "Geez" Stop all of that drillin, we beggin, just please The bitch on her knees soundin' like she can't breathe Feelin' like I can't breathe smokin' trees out the tree Rest in peace Steve, can't believe they took bro Put it on 2-4, he was so kick-door You already know how the street shit go Catch an opp, drill an opp, shotty leave him on the floor D-Thang block, niggas knowin' how we rock Fat slugs like they came in a Milk Duds box And if you want the cake, gotta flip those rocks Gotta hit them stains, and swindle them thots [Verse 4: Rondonumbanine] We send shots nigga Fuck the cops nigga In the field where them hittas let them Glocks hit ya We tote mops nigga So don't get popped nigga We got mops nigga So don't get mopped nigga 'Cause we some savages posted that's with them jocks nigga Green beam on yo head so don't get dropped nigga I sold the block nigga Steve Drive fuck the cops nigga We savages, we scorin', we can't stop nigga FTO you a fuck nigga Me and L'A will drop niggas