PIGET FREESTYLE

Lyrics

[verse 1] I done seen some shit on niggas I know i'm tryn' shit on niggas I ain't tryna rest a bitch, but ion do that pimpin' shit Fuck thee niggas wildin' for? Mama's not tryn' miss a kid Pack yo shit up ho let's go I already know how this shit get Run him down like, what's the matter? He outside he must've had it Bookbag on me wit' that wrench Put bodies on it's a brand new pattern New coupe sauce, they really matty Pussy niggas they pitty-pat My chop wan' fuck, Chrisean Rock No homo stick, don't know who daddy Brand new overalls like Wreck-it-Ralph Nigga scared he hecking out Don't got no pairs he passing doubts Yea that's a dog in the bookbag, let it out He tryna run from the sickness, fuck nigga sweat it out [verse 2] She said she can't run from mе, i just know i'm lit She said i'm unescapable, I JUST KNOW I'M LIT If you try to sеt some rules, i'm stepping on them bitches Niggas wasn't on my root, they following that shit I know i can't miss now Ima pull his bitch now The drop start, rack up at noon He tapping out, he missing out Long day run, get home soon Know im down for the count, no kickin' out Now i got my own room, my sisters got good living now Bitch i'm up in LA ski Opps at home, i know they dread My son know tryn' get up now Brand new problem we get him hit These niggas bite out my style I don't care what i want for this Surrounded but i'm the lonely child I just had to own that shit Young nigga won't duck no taco, yea you know i'm stepping out Watch the game i live with pops tho, too much green i'm losing count Brand new suit now, i'm the combo, i'm too high can't hear me now Throw the stick right thru the drop fold, he ain't die you gon see me pout I'm like 'woah there', that's a brand new hat Fold em, laundry mat, pussy nigga wear your cap Flying off, hop up on the 'gram make racks i'm signing off They gon have to put his picture up, them hittas fried him off