FREESKI

Lyrics

[Intro] (Eli got the Midas touch) (MIA JAY C) Huh, yeah, ayy All facts, lil' nigga (Nah, for real) Ayy, ayy [Verse 1] Poppin' tags off Amiris, I put tags on niggas' heads Nigga dissed me on the 'Gram, I woke up and he was dead I just fucked a bitch two hours straight up off the meds (I hear you, JAY C) Think you gangster 'cause you dreaded, I knock off them niggas' dreads Rich nigga, I be running up dinero like I'm Cam He want a feat', but I hoed him, now it's beef, he a fan I ain't wrestlin' with shit, but your bitch, she'll get slammed Please don't let your bitch around the gang, she get ran No, I'm not with LeBron, but I'm always in the land She just got her body done, shе can't sit up on her ass Oh, you had money? Nigga, why you living in the past? I ain't talking 'bout no condom whеn I say I got a mag Yeah, real pape', I see all that lil' money runnin' out I got bitches screamin' in my crib like a haunted house I just bought a rose presi' plain, I should bust it down My young niggas really want his chain, he should tuck it now My mans told me that that pussy good, shit, I'm fuckin' now You ain't gotta ask me if I'm strapped, bitch, I'm clutchin' now Hit a nigga block, ain't nothing less than a hundred rounds Word on the street he a rat, he can't come around Told her, "Let me see that ass, baby, turn around" If the deal ain't some M's, I gotta turn it down Put a potato on the barrel, you ain't heard a sound Insurance drop on the crib, I'm 'bout to burn it down [Chorus] Still got them niggas that'll get you whacked for the freeski I don't know what happened to the opps, I ain't seent 'em Brodie love shopping at Saks, I like Neimans If that pussy ain't lasered or it's waxed, I can't eat it All this ice on my body got me froze, I'm anemic Old soul, young nigga, but this a blick, not a beeper Kidnap a nigga bitch for that ransom, Lil Tecca She say her head good, bitch, you gotta make me a believer [Verse 2] Yeah, a lot of niggas internet thuggin' out here getting popped Tell me is it really worth your life tryna get some clout? Hook flick me, hit the block, I gotta ditch the Glock My people fucked up down the way, I gotta fix the route Hit the titty bar, me and my niggas get to trippin' out Too much money in the streets, I ain't missin' out Bitch, you probably sucked a hundred dicks, I can't kiss your mouth She started sayin' that she love me, had to kick her out I told her I don't really like to date all in public If she ain't tryna hit a three, I'ma sub her If I ain't in the booth, catch me thuggin' with my cousins I fuck hoes, shit, she fuck hoes, I can't judge her [Chorus] Still got them niggas that'll get you whacked for the freeski I don't know what happened to the opps, I ain't seent 'em Brodie love shopping at Saks, I like Neimans If that pussy ain't lasered or it's waxed, I can't eat it All this ice on my body got me froze, I'm anemic Old soul, young nigga, but this a blick, not a beeper Kidnap a nigga bitch for that ransom, Lil Tecca She say her head good, bitch, you gotta make me a believer [Outro] All facts