Y NOT FREESTYLE

Lyrics

[Intro] 9 on my hip with an eight of Wock' Glock in my hand, I'm like "fuck a cop" I send a shot, I'ma play the block Fuck the rap shit, we can hit a lot Extendo my fire, I'ma smoke a lot We fuck around burn this ho down, nigga, fuck what you talking 'bout I got that heat on me, think you a hotshot Think I'm the president how the kid pop out Your bitch head trash, that ho a dropout I'm trappin' and rappin' and cappin', finessin' with the Glock out She from New Jersey, the bag a Bottega We fly to Cali to take a vacation D-D-D-D-D-DJ Banned [Verse] I can't play the middleman, I just curve the centerfold (Bhristo, talk to 'em slime) I still got all my jewelry on, I ain't sold a lick o' gold I'm with this stripper washin' birds, fuck her 'til she pigeon-toed I been at that bank, money talk, and I ain't hear you, nigga Real estate, I spent what yo house cost on my earrings, nigga Benny pass the Julio, we got birds like Julio My shooter wet like Foolio, my money old like Coolio I sip 'roc like Jericho Twins with me, I'm fuckin' both I like to do the fuckin' most We crop niggas, fuck a post I smoke za, she [?] I touch this check, she touch them toes Ayy, Benny, pass that drank again, tequila help me think again My jewelry dance like Bear1Boss I'm crossin' up with the play, think I'm Hotsauce Shoutout my niggas that trap out the loft A lot of these rap niggas lost in the sauce You play them games, you gon get what it cost RIP Takeoff, [?] I don't take off I'm watchin' my niggas, I'm shakin' the fake off We take an L and we lettin' that K off Shut down the club, we don't play golf Niggas ride dick just like Adin Ross 9 on my hip with an eight of Wock' Glock in my hand, I'm like "fuck a cop" I send a shot, I'ma play the block Fuck the rap shit, we can hit a lot Extendo my fire, I'ma smoke a lot We fuck around burn this ho down, nigga, fuck what you talking 'bout I got that heat on me, think you a hotshot Think I'm the president how the kid pop out Your bitch head trash, that ho a dropout (DJ Banned) I'm trappin' and rappin' and cappin', finessin' with the Glock out She from New Jersey, the bag a Bottega We fly to Cali to take a vacation She want Jamaica but I'm still on papers I was down bad, it ain't go in my favor I swear next year I ain't doing no favors I'm sellin' game, man, I keep this shit player With my composition nobody compare It's no competition, I swear it ain't fair I'm in Club Digital with CEO Trayle I tinted my ice out, I see you ain't there I'm stuck in the trap but that money right here We line up yo head if you get an idea I roll with my dogs like Cruella de Vil I'm still independent but do the same shit that these niggas do with deals I'm cuttin' off everybody in my life that gamble or pop pills Where you gon' be at when shit get real? I ain't gon' check in with niggas 'cause niggas check in when niggas in the [?], niggas get killed I ain't tryna imagine how that shit feel Niggas always feel when blood get spilt I'm too hungry, can't take my meal I'm in the trap with the strong like Jeleel You got the Honda but I want the [?] I went to Gucci and you went to Sears She [?], I can't take that hoe serious I'm countin' dead Presidents, some type of spirits I took her soul and then put her on Spirit Double O seven, I complete the mission I'm the landlord, this the eviction I shake off the Devil then put her in Christian My diamonds hittin' like Stephen Jackson on the court with the Pistons I hope Ye get back on his medication (DJ Banned) I pray Quavo and Offset get back to a conversation I'm praying Gunna hold his head and just get probation (Bhristo, talk to 'em slime) (It's DJ GREN8DE)