[Intro]
Y'all know when it comes to this freestyle shit I'm a G.O.D
When that beat drop Imma send this bitch up to (Hahahaha!)
[Verse]
Ion care about a Top 5 or a Top 2
On the I-8 with a drop top
Shit, fuck it, lemme get the top too
Man y'all niggas in the DM's
I'm the nigga that she giving top to
Man I started from the bottom of the bottom, still made it to the fuckin' top too
Goin' stupid dumb, man, dumb stupid
Flow still sick 'cuz I ain't done puking
(Bruh where you've been?)
In the clouds nigga
I don't really like to be around niggas
(Hold on let me take my hoodie off)
Long story short, hopped off the porch, right into a Porsche (Skrt!)
Passenger got thick thighs, would've thought she was a horse
Blowing money like it need to cool off
Blowing up my phone you need to cut it out
If it ain't about a dolla, fuck is it about?
Fuckin' up some commas, tryna see a M
Fuckin' losers never wanna see me win
I see my haters, all I wanna do is grin
And punch a nigga in his motherfu - boy
I'm a menace and I've been a menace for a fuckin' minute
Don't forget it
And I like my windows tinted
Bitches in it
Oh you like these sneakers?, shit Virgil did it
Mo' you think I'm niquein'? (Pfft) Merc her wit it
Suffocate the beat until it's purple with it
Very well-rounded, I'm a circle with it
I be on the grind like a skate trick
Staying pretty clear of all the fake shit
Wardrobe, gotta a lot of Bape shit
Smoking on a whole lot of stank shit
Henny got a nigga feelin' wasted
I'm the greatest rapper ever face it
All you other niggas pretty basic
All my niggas eatin', it's a banquet
Money's all I chase, on some bank shit
I could do a lot, but I can't quit
And I don't like you niggas, I'm a racist
The crown is for the takin' and Imma take it
Only thing I'm tryna do is make it
Before they take my life or straight erase it
Car's pretty fast, wanna race it?
I did own a hospital but I shut it down, I was runnin' out of patience
My new girl lemme hit the pussy everywhere, shit I'm runnin' out of places
You would think a nigga's Neo from the Matrix, the way I'm fightin' all these agents
The labels wanna sign a nigga
If it's not the M's, that's the N of conversation
I'm in it for the bag dummy
You should see the paper that I gross
The homies tell me that I brag ugly
I really hate when bitches do the most
I really got them bitches coast to coast
I'm not for being caught up in a jam
My city taught me always keep the toast
Don't make me start to flex my Instagram
I'm cleaner than a box of Spic and Span
I'm finna make these niggas sick again
These rappers got me on my shit again
I'm Up jus' like a House of Balloons but, this ain't The Weeknd
And if y'all niggas keep tweakin', I'm bound to go off the Deep End
I've been way too fuckin' quiet, but if I ever start speakin'
It Goes Down like a Yung Joc song
I Get Around like an old Pac song
You know I'm tired of stacking hundred dollar bills
I'm Billboard
Like a pop song
I'll fuck around and get my own website, shit
Realassniggas.com
I swear to god my life be feelin' like a movie
So go ahead and get your popcorn
Gucci slides with the toes out
And I'm sippin' on Fiji
Green eyed lil' slim thing, it feel like I'm fuckin' on RiRi
And she got a lil' accent
And she love to get her back bent
And I'm comin' with the black fit
Black shirt, pants, black kicks
All black with the black tints
(Tsk) Man tell them hoes that I'm back bitch
[Outro]
(Y'all know when it comes to this freestyle shit I'm a G.O.D)
