BSG WIPWOP FREESTYLE

Lyrics
5 am and the money still trapping On the skateboard got a pocket full of crack, bitch And I got the magnet bitch opened my black bitch Looking with my white bitch looking with my Asian Fucking bad hoes, holding every goddamn persuasion Fuck a pussyhole cause I got the persuasion I don't give a damn cuz my dicks are persuasive Got a long dick from that bitch from the 80s Old ass bitch, give my boy crazy Stay with the cocaine, extra extra plate bitch Yeah nigga got extra rounds with the fragrance Christ you can smell it, it's so sour it's amazing Me, I got white, I got white shoes crazy Got these eyes on the shit and I ain't lazy I'm a hard down, ain't through paying down I'ma draw down and I only do pain Acid, acid, nigga on that acid Fucking bad bitches when she naked, boy she nasty Paying fucking plans with my coin like a classy Nothing on the canvas, she ain't know it's in a plastic That's ass cuz she sold it for a million Bitch saw my sperm on a painting for a million Me, I ain't killing motherfuckers, how you feel Me, be sad, I be happy, fucking bitch Aye all the initials bitch, I ain't pencils I'm shooting at you motherfuckers, you better duck If you raw from scrub bitch, I'll hold that pump But what the fuck is your problem bruh, I ain't got none But none but that gun, I'm holding bitch that strap You already know that hoe, go fucking clap That ass on fucking slow, oh damn Roy Got so much pose, so much blow, woah Damn bitch, I'm a nut on that eyeball And it's like, what the fuck you doing now Shit, I'm chilling on the clown Chilling hot as fuck, blowing on some lap Scope, AR-15, I ain't stressing whoddie Keep the god damn white in the lean water Put the motherfucker all in the Fiji water Drop some Gumby Bears under, watch her swim darker Syrup sipping like a pill, cuz I do it bang Give a fuck, got a lean and I have a zang I got motherfucking god damn thousand packs On deck, can you get up for like four stacks Four racks, shawty, dawg, man, holla at Me if you wanna get you a thousand packs B, I got them fucking boats flying for the Lord Got the boats, so the roads at the Ultra Show Young nigga in Miami, trapping hella blow Got that Coca-Cola, cold as stiff and hella snow I was doing that shit back when I was 10 years old I didn't get no fuck, I did bitch, play Nintendo hoe I didn't have the fucking game, I had the pistol, bro I would be walking down the streets and doing mystical Type of shit like black ass magic, voodoo who she is Voodoo, hoodoo, Haitian nigga with the fucking clip So it's steady, bitch, just like my fucking dick Hoes tryna fucking suck me, then we tape it Then we tape it, then we tape it Bitch, suck a nigga, think I'm fucking naked I don't get thugged out like a real thug Me, I got guns and the fire drugs Everybody knows me and my neighborhood Everybody knows that my paper's good I be spending whatever the fuck I want I be buying whatever shoes, whatever the fuck I want Nigga, it's so expensive just to live my life Nigga, it's so expensive just to try my white I got a lot of fucking sugar night Extortion for you pussies, dykes I'm fucking all these bitches right Got these bitches texting niggas up all night I don't give a fuck, I'm sleeping, bitch, I'm off of Xan Ms. Raleigh, man, I know I keep a condom pen On myself, cause you know I'm prescribed to them Crazy nigga, crazy mind, staying with the M's I got morphine, shawty, nigga, holla at them Put a 15, shawty, get a zillion Cut it with a mad dog, make a million Cooking up that black tar, so to who against Cooking up that black tar, whip it up again I don't care my nigga dog, I got nigga skin Black tar, nigga, nigga, I got nigga skin Black tar, nigga, nigga, I got nigga skin Niggas, niggas like me, we was born to win
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Credits
- Writers
- Ruben Slikk