*YA’DIG* freestyle

Lyrics

[Intro] Skkrrrrrttt, pussy [Verse 1] Bitch you steady capping flexing heavy You ain't really bout that shit Pussy clock, said he down to ride, man I doubt that shit I was down bad, I hit the bank with the counterfeit I can fuck with new niggas, I can't fuck with you nigga I ain't had shit, I had to make a move What you tryna do? What you got to lose? Aye, these niggas swear they tough They got a lot to prove Yeah, I just run it up I got a lot to prove Keep this shit a hunned, I don't need no friends No he not my partner, no he not my man's Where yo ass when I ain't have no bands Boy you lost yo mind, you must be taking xans What I smoke in Cali that gelatto pack If the bitch a baddie, she get followed back You going like a ho, you going like a bitch We can't run up nothing, boy you bound to snitch And if you talking beef, let's keep that in the streets These niggas all on twitter fucking sending tweets A hundred in the game, you can call me Wilt And you just been a stain, out here in the field I don't need no game, let me keep it real Yeah, motherfuck the fame, I don't need no deal Yeah, my brody caught a body that was self-defense A nigga tried to press him, where his common sense Only god can save him, ? of his sins I'm racing towards that paper, bitch I gotta win These stupid groupie hoes, always tryna flock And these goofy groupie niggas always on my jock She fuck me for some clout, I'm so cool with that I fucked her in her mouth, she gone chew with that And then I kicked her out, she gotta move with that I took the money route I can't lose with that Good gas, good gas come and hit this dope Good gas, pressure pack got it for the low Bitch I'm bout my bread, know I need a loaf Took off like a jet, I'm touring coast to coast I'm not tryna brag, I'm not tryna boast But bitch I came from nothing now let's make a toast [Outro] Ya'dig, Ya'dig, Ya'dig, Ya'dig, Skrrrrt Skrrttt