Idttk Freestyle

I don't think they know But gottem listenin' You witnessin' some goated penmanship before the dividends They don't want smoke Will never ask for it Do this cuz the culture need me You need a bag for it That shit some huff They're scared to tell you that I am not a yes man You deserve to know the facts We run from love But we gone run to racks I'm boutta hit my slutty ting To see if she can run me that Oww oww Fuck in the driveway Fuck in the doorway Fuck on the staircase Fuck on the kitchen countertop Then let's make cookies Yuh We some nymphos Hit Broccoli City Lollapalooza Then Coachella cuz I couldn't perform at Woodstock fuck I'll take your hoes Don't leave her next to me Especially if her name Ryan Destiny or Halle Bailey Where is your weed It's not in my jay But I see you reaching for it daily And that's kinda crazy Huh You niggas ain't gang You niggas ain't opps Y'all shit mid Y'all shit flat My shit bang bang My shit pops Yeah yeah I'm picking the locks Giving her hell She giving me top I like it a lot I can tell she do this a lot She fucking wit rappers Did a mic check And then gave me a drop Started talking pub then we stopped woah Just cuz you fucking me Don't mean that set of cutlery is yours I adore How you doing me But watcha doing it for I was raised by some pushas mane Put numbas on the board I absorbed All they playa ways And hoe that's how I score You's a two dolla ass hoe You be bamming out Caught up in your feelings Cuz I know you Zanny'd out Wish you would Keep your mouth shut And pull them panties down You know what I'm here fo And hoe you know why you's around