Touchable (Freestyle)

Hunnid on the chop, if you with him then you touchable Used to slap his music 'til I found out he was touchin' kids Weird niggas all up on my line, where you find this beat? And all the glitter from yo neck is blinding me, shit I guess it's time for me to speak my truth now This nina got a dick on it, I'm aiming it at RuPaul Dilated pupils, .45's no rugers Mr. Big Bank buddha, that's Mr. Big Bank uchie Big back uchie face, Mae Ling, Susan Lee Oh God, I just love just what you do to me My hitman actually went to school with me I don't want no paisas in my jewelry I don't have no time for no buffoonery Nice long ruler clips, my mansion's in the Hills I'll headshot any nigga tryna cancel beef Police ass niggas, in my ear, stop harassing me Catastrophes, tragedies, bullets coming at rapid speed Five thousand hunnids on a mattress please, add it up These rap nigga corny, I'll slap the shit out 'em This is a stupid chop gotta got held back a few classes Nigga seen a pump, then he scream, "He got asthma" Even store runners can learn about gymnastics It's three hundred in a duffle you know bitch do a backflip Lyin' 'bout shit he don't do, he's the captain Capper, I came with the flu flammers and jackers I'm a demon, Ghetto heathen, believe me Beat it him with a grey bag, blood all up in Neiman's Leave a nigga like a scarecrow, tonight is like Jeepers Creepers Two letters on a chop made him sing like Justin Bieber Oh, how many bodies you got? I don't believe you Put these tips on you, I'll split your rig, run-up Man, this chop got Bruce Lee kick on it Like his ass in time out, you notice I'll put a switch on him I'm from the Stinc Team, and we don't do big homies Finna slide on they block, yes indeed this when thugs cry He wanted to at me on Twitter and be a tough guy, dumbass I'd advise you to block me Chop hitting harder than Balboa Rocky Street sweeper but I came in with a mop stick Bitch you really don't want no beef, you should drop it Just dance, Tommy the clown ass nigga R.I.P. with the pound right it front out Paint a nigga, you a clown, is your crusty? Disgusting, fuck me, I should have been on Musty Funny ass niggas all look like Chris Tucker Rush Hour bitch I'm looking for Juntao, I'm finna bust 'em Mae Ling, so Young, my watch is not two-tone Bald head Caillou's, I need all the blue ones I spent my life running from shooting newton Pull the Double R to the block, to do it to 'em The Ruler We know the truth We know what's going on Touchable nigga, hmm