no roof wit the underworld freestyle

Lyrics

[Intro] (I'm 34 years old and I'm dying) (I don't know where to turn) (Chapter 34) [Verse] Fast car, I don't need no roof Bitch suck my dick, said she started pickin', choosin' I'ma blow up, lil' nigga, I'm not losin' Nigga stole my fuckin' swag, boy, you stupid I'ma get a motherfuckin' bag for my music My bitch, she got a fat ass, she let me use it Hit a fuck nigga up, he ain't got no clue, bitch Bitch, I'm lazy, I'm just sniffin' on the glue, bitch Call [?] up, nigga get to shootin' Why the fuck he got a fast car? He not movin' Nigga got that switch, but he don't know where he shootin' Get yo' aim up, nigga, what you doin'? You a lame lil' nigga, get yo' guap up Bad bitch give me brain, yeah, she gettin' top up Goth bitch, big titties, bad lil' mama [?] pour up, she gon' fuckin' meet yo' mama In the function wit' a fuckin' llama In the function, feelin' like Obama Nigga, you ain't gettin' hella guns like Osama Makin' plans on thе phone, Obama And the plug fillin' gas at the Citgo You ain't down bad, nigga, why you hit that link for? Nigga on DXM had a trip, bro Fuck nigga stеalin' boys at the fuckin' night show Fuck that lame nigga, steal my boy at the night show (At the night show) (At the night show)