ScarLip Freestyle | LA Leakers Freestyle #167

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Foot is on they necks, I do it pleasantly I gotta flex, because I know they thinkin' less of me Shattered dreams while I'm lookin' out my window Battlin' my mind, so I'm puffin' on that indo Drainin' in depression, battlin' neglection Niggas movin' funny, so I keep the Smith & Wesson My homie died with the gun in his hand First mistake he made was put his trust in his mans He thought they would slide for 'em, they would ride for 'em Push came to shove, they went and switched sides on 'em Don't trust what you hear, don't even trust what you see 'Cause what look like a blessing be a snake underneath And they sayin' that they love you 'til they get in between Now you trapped in your bed leavin' tears on your sheets Come on, I'm so pleasant, doin' it so reckless [Verse 2] I'm flippin' that work on the ave Cop it, he flexin', I run in his pocket Drop a tape and you know they gon' bop it He talk hot, so you know I'ma pop him, wait Step back, get hit like a rocket, nah I suck it, he bust like a rocket I'm a bad bitch, so you know I'm a topic Then when I'm done, I'ma run in his pocket I spit that shit that's provocative I'm comin' up and ain't know way you stoppin' it He talkin' down so I find out where— Diggin' a hole where he dumpin' his body in Bro steady grippin' the nine She choosin', she tellin' him lies But I got the grip by my thigh Damn, bro said he stuck in the jam Might be an hour 'til I— I gotta wire the money Pussy is sweeter than honey, none of these, yo None of these niggas could get to me I'm steady peepin' they tendencies None of these niggas a friend to me Me and my brodie, ride by my doly Prayin' for luck like we holding a fully Damn, ain't never had shit Creepin' and plottin', we lookin' for licks I want the cash, the bag, the bricks I want the diamonds to flash my wrist I want to know how it feel to be rich And I love who I am, I ain't fixin' my lip Bitch, damn Bro said he stuck in the jam Might be an hour 'til I land I gotta wire the money Pussy is sweeter than honey None of these niggas don't know me None of these niggas don't know me I'm tryna ball like Ginóbili I hit my three like I'm Kobe Me and my brodie