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Freestyle
317
Hip-Hop/Rap
Freestyle was released on July 30, 2019 by Shabazz PBG as a part of the album What Now ? - EP
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Release DateJuly 30, 2019
LabelShabazz PBG
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM125

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Shabazz PBG
Shabazz PBG
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shabazz PBG
Shabazz PBG
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Shabazz PBG
Shabazz PBG
Producer

Lyrics

I can't count on ****
I had to count up them racks
Walk 'round with a chop like Iraq
I was trappin' before all this rap shit
These **** ain't on nothin'
Fifty round on me, who bluffin'?
Bake a **** like a cake or a muffin
Catch a **** broad day and we rush him
I snuck in the club with the .380
He watching me, I fucked his lady
She can't get no more dick, she too lazy
My young bitch tryna have my baby
Switch it up, I had to switch it up
'Cause these ****, they gon' eat it up
Walk in the club with the heater tucked
Let a **** play, I'ma fuck him up
If he got a block, we gon' spin that shit
I just bought a Glock with a rubber grip (Fuck it up)
Illiterate F and it's stuttering
Slime a **** out with my brother 'nem (Bitch)
Yeah, we gon' wipe a **** nose (Wipe)
AR pistol and it fold (Woo)
I just snuck a Draco in the show (Okay)
Why that **** call me bro? (Lil' bitch)
He ain't know I was fuckin' his ho (On that bitch)
Right there, had to trap on Barney
Hit a **** with an offbeat, RIP
Off like half of these sixes, straight Oxy
These **** don't know what to do
Hop out the coupe and I shoot
These **** know they can't win
All these **** know it's loose
All these bitches know it's Trues (Bitch)
I just walked in Jimmy Choo
Whole major slide out the roof
They know it's crazy but it's true
My traphouse sticking like glue
You can't pull up for one, I need two
In Givenchy, ****, I'm a troop
I put Valentino on my shoe (On my bitch)
I would be mad at me too
If I woke up and was you
But I cannot switcharoo
If I can't fuck your bitch, alley-oop (Throw her up)
Switch it up like Jordan
Twenty-three on me, I'm scoring
Got your bitch callin' me 4 in the morning
I can't fuck that bitch, she boring (Lil' bitch)
Off of them Percocets
I fell asleep in the middle of texting
I just fucked your bitch, I ain't tryna fuck no more
I hit her best friend
I told auntie tell the doctor up milligrams
'Cause I cannot get high off a ten (I need thirty)
I'm jammin', spendin' them racks on your bitch like I'm scammin'
These ****, they keep talkin' like I won't spin they block
These Glocks came with everything but a thirty shot
I got fifty these ****, let's play filthy
I got two Glocks, that's a hundred
If I get one more than that's one fifty, bitch
Written by: Shabazz PBG
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