12345 Freestyle

Sparky made it slap— slap— slap— Niggas really out here internet boasting Why the fuck would I post that strap, nigga, if I tote it? You could get rich, wet a nigga if you hard Or if not, I could put you on a plane 'cross the ocean I used to hit licks 'cause I ain't wanna see a drought Lost my bro to the streets and lost my bitch to some clout And everyday ain't promised, so I need it right now Niggas do everything I do, nigga, like my child 4ES, you niggas is not shining How you ain't ride when niggas was out dying? Niggas broke, niggas act like getting money was like science Nowadays you want respect, then you gotta get violent Quick to cut you off if I see the hate in you and I Leave you where you stand 'cause I ain't finna play with you And you can't trust every bitch just because she lay with you When your dick in the dirt, you gon' see if they with you And I been like Future, where the flashlight? Searching for that bitch, but I've been thinking 'bout my past life Need that real love like Offset and Cardi Jumping out with stick, but on my side is a Barbie Vegas nights, we be shooting 'til the sun up Fendi at the baccarat table with a hunnid Nigga killed his own mans, nigga tryna drop a hunnid I could really say a lot, but they gon' think that I fund it, ayy And we gon' keep it off the 'net Nigga caught a case 'cause he was on her tryna flex If you caught a headshot and you here, then you blessed I was out in New York catching plays like the Mets There's no cap in my raps We was tryna high speed with no baps Playing Four-Five-Six, we upgraded from the craps Niggas wanna fit in, but they can't, they'll slack They might think they know a lot, but they'll never understand me All about a dollar, but I'll do it for the family Free the real niggas, y'all gon' make it out the jammy Can't tell me nothing 'bout Tamia and lil' Cammy And I'll run this shit up until I can't no more I ain't settling for crumbs, nigga, I ain't no ho Niggas hiding out the way so we gon' paint your bro Taking shit to the grave that you ain't gon' know And I don't wanna hear about your old money, old skits I just wanna hold bands, the youngins wanna hold sticks Had to get over that bump in the road, now we rich But you could lose that shit faster than it come, don't slip Ayy, yeah-yeah And you could lose that shit faster than it come, don't slip Ayy We had to get over that bump in the road, now we rich Nigga I don't wanna hear about that old money, old skit And I don't wanna hear about that old money, old skit Man who who the fuck in— who the fuck in this crib? Ayy, bruh, pass me the pistol Damn, I look through the door I see like three, four niggas running through the crib All black, mask on, running through the crib One nigga run to the front door I hop out, I start shooting Bow-bow-bow-bow-bow Shot the nigga Bow Shot his ass Bow-bow-bow-bow All the niggas run out the door, they run out the door