Freestyle

Jessie P on the track Look, uh These niggas be cotton soft, knock it off I got your down bitch tryna top me off I hit a button to pull out your residence Six nines, I hit him, I heard he was tellin' shit Ooh, playin' with the keys like Ray Charles Step in that spot only usin' my facecard Brrt, callin' my 'migos on takeoff I got that drop on that boy, he gon' take off (Ooh) Tell the bitch, "Shake that" (Shake that) Feelin' like Diddy, I take that, take that Like you in the wrong, you know we gon' take that, huh You look like a snack, so we ate that, huh You shot up my block, I want payback, huh You know I'm protected like latex, huh Uh, these niggas be cap like an A hat I'm in Baltimore like that's where I stay at Hit up Izzy, man, you know he don't play that, huh I need like two of 'em ASAP, yeah I need 'em gone like ASAP Fuck that, we get 'em gone fast like a racetrack Lyin' in bushes right where he stay at Want a closed casket, then why you ain't say that? I rep that C, third letter the alphabet He got them P's, why he ain't tell me that? He want some smoke? Hope he inhalin' that Sinkin' his boat, where was he sailin' at? Look, I got that scope, I'm peelin' that melon back In the back with the ceiling cracked I got that AK-40 and the MAC Lettin' it clap, playin' pitty-pat One in the back, where is Ricky at? I'm a real dope boy, ain't with that chitter-chat Nigga, you trade, tell him to let 'em out I feel like Pootie Tang pullin' leather out I feel like Goldmouf, diamonds in my mouth Louis V leather all on my couch I might just pick up some beef that Lu had I just might hit up a nigga 'cause Izzy mad Niggas just hit up my mans, I'ma get 'em back Treat 'em like Wayne, where was the ceiling at? We run the streets, they run the internet I'm T.I., where your cookie at? Pull up, we shootin' your residence We shootin' schools, we shootin' like, "Where was the bully at?" Fully strapped, we got the hoodie, yeah We pull up, leave 'em slumped He reppin' Blood, left him bleedin', huh I'm reppin' C, I'ma see him, huh Yeah, I'ma see him out, see what that Blood 'bout to be about I said brody ain't my blood, but I left him bleedin' Caught in my car, but I left him crumpled, yeah When I'm in the club, got my pistol, yeah If I ever mug, I'ma get you Sat in my two-seater, my bitch, she a diva, yeah On my hip, I got my nina, yeah Right on the curb, he'll leave ya, huh Now he got a stripe like Adidas, uh