Top GG Freestyle

Why you actin' like you trappin' when you blatantly not You just baitin' at your vehicle and makin' it hot I got zedz of the raw and I got flake by the rock Like Foden takin' a cross, I got cane by the box I need that big bread, no french baguette Run up in your yard like Darg where the treasure chest If a brother try violate the ting Watch T put a strap to his head, Petre check Stay humble, we ain't runnin' out of cemeteries There's man doin' shootouts and I ain't talkin' penalties I feel to let it squeeze on my enemies And not stop until the block's hotter than Tenerife But keep my name up out your mouth Cause there's a charge for that Don't end up like these guys who turn broke just for talkin' back All this talkin smack can short on your lifespan My brother, you should just give it a rest like cardiac I stay vigilant by memorizin' reg plates Alert my brothers if the feds are on the estate Nowadays it really is survival of the smartest Cause the roads are like a game of chess until you get checkmate Until I make a milli, I will not settle I need me a rollie with a top bezel But I shouldn't have to look too far Cause there's fake G's in the club, steamin' with hot kettles Brudda, I'm a block rebel, certified hood celeb My youngers would chop your hands off for a couple zed So if it gets sticky then it goes off Don't hesitate to bring those arms out like a muscle vest You don't really want smoke, don't be stupid I pull up with some Rami, Rajas and some Subliks My brother T, he's my right hand Disrespect my brother, I will shorten your lifespan Fuck a Batmobile, I'm in my trap mobile Mess about then I'ma show you how this Rambo feels If you see me skirt pass, brother, mind your business I'm on the road, wheelspinnin', tryna stack those bills Cause I'm that boy, trap boy, bad boy behavior And I'm old school like Nintendo 64 and Sega Fam Everyday I'm out collectin' paper, man But you ain't makin' paper, you're paper stuck in a paper jam Dargy, yo, yo, yo, dargy, Darg I make cash every time that I start the car See me in the whip with your main chick She want a cream on a stick like Haagen-Dazs Certified rapper, trapper, best in the ends If you got me on your back, you best invest in a skeng Cause I know some skinny brothers with some big arms That won't hesitate to let it bust till the clip gone Dodgin' on the covers, memorizin' them number plates Bees in the whip, but I ain't tryna get stung today I told them everyday's the money day No Mayweather, tryna get that money made Bitch, I'm tryna stack it and flip We ain't the same, I'm a man, you's are kids You want that Louis badge on your drip I need that Louis stamp on a brick I'm in my own lane on some different flex It's not pancake day, but I'm still flippin' bread Opium residue, dog, I had to disinfect I really made a living out of Kinder Eggs Plain clothed Feds tryna catch the car Like, yes, officer, I resist the rest I built lines for the yayo and that scatty hard Darg I've been through more lines than a kitchen sesh Now I can see why you're constantly pissed off Your wife thinks she literally a fan How's her boyfriend still thinkin' he's the man With my nut up on her chest like Zinedine Zidane