ROLLIN N CONTROLLIN FREESTYLE

Grrr Baow, baow, baow Yeah, y'all know the vibes It's that six times ten shit Neighbors don't need no favors Them ends don't need no friends (CP did it, baby) Get me? Look Mmh, huh, look Listen I walk in the spot .30 on me and some chop's All my niggas really rock, roll, control Shout my Layos, you know how my niggas move But I ain't movin', I'm rolling and I'm shooting I said, "Baby, it's crazy," ha-ha-ha-ha-ha I be really with them killa niggas and them drilla niggas and we back In the floss, get you off'd I don't do this too much I just talk that talk Gimme talk back too What's the word? What y'all wanna do? Empty out the clip I'm with the Crips Neighborhood shit All of my niggas they on shit I ain't gotta be on, bitch Hol' on, I be so gone Call up that boy YJ, grippin' on that tool He gon' break them rules, boy you a fool, you a fool I said, "Mad Max, he a demon, he let llamas fly" Soso, one call, that boy build for homicide I am war ready, stay steady, don't gotta say too much I was in the pen' wit' a couple killa niggas and I stay tool'd up I could get you shot, get you packed up Huh, that's on the set I ain't gotta say too much And I just let that bitch, let that bitch, off Stupid nigga, what you talking for? I am really in these streets And I won't say no more Hol' on, shake it, huh Just, I said, just shake it All this money that I'm making Bad bitches and they cakin' Ass fat, huh, heard that bad bitch was Jamaican Put her in her place, put it in her face, hol' on She was so wet, haha, grabbed on the TEC Now I gotta lift a nigga up, leave his brother upset Heard that lil' nigga tellin', huh, I'm a felon But I ain't even gonna act like I'm playing with a nigga, I'ma get 'em, rrr I'm nasty, bad bitches and they classy, they ain't trashy Ask me anything you really want I'ma let 'em up, I'ma go dumb, huh I do this shit for fun Tell them niggas, "Check in with me," 'cause I keep a gun Huh? You cannot play .38, let it spray That 9 milli', .30 clip, let 'em This is all I gotta say, I do it all for the gang Me and you is not the same Stay in your place Boy, you a lame I carry the tool And I'm still on the fifth, with an eighth Woo, woo, woo Grrr Baow, baow, baow