White Champagne Freestyle

Cold blooded killa, ape turned gorilla

Bitches wit lip fillers get dick quicker

I'm that ****

Congnac sipping need grabba jus to twist it

Never fuckin wit the mission

Dolla bills yʼall

Getting to that bag tho matter fact I came up off the ave tho

Boulevard baby in his bag flow

**** try to take my spot I aint even mad tho

Ride through the city wit the hat low

In case they got smoke for me

Bag a bitch groceries the open seas

I'm twisting up Iʼm smokin trees

I run for president just vote for me

I got a pillow jus for both her knees lock it in

tag my mans in and she like ah shit not again

**** wanna be JiMMY they canʼt that's what the problem is

I'm politicing wit God I canʼt see where the bottom is

But I bet you I could show you where them bottles is

Show you where them dollas is

Show you where them models live

Take it to the villa wit my **** man I got the chills

How you think this not for real

bitch wanna talk I told dat bitch I aint doctor Phil

You better off popping pills

I be off the block for real I been getting gwop for years

I put fear in hearts of **** who got drops for tears

It be tatted on they face shit is based bitch I need my space

Murder you and do the eulogy bitch I think Iʼm Mase

Keep a 8 ball in the safe in case I gotta shake

Ducking from the jakes cuz I ride wit dirty plates

Shit is crazy bitch I pat bucks like Iʼm Brady

You get backed up wit the 80

Staggered off the henny one eye cocked like McGrady

Servin raw white like Iʼm shady

Given raw pipe to ya lady

Black **** a lot of white white bitches Wayne Brady

OJ Simpson you get it **** Iʼm pimpin

I'm different

Let that breathe, let that breathe

Bitch I came back for more uh,

Bitch I came back for more luchador

Ambassador knocking at ya door

Wit the 4ʼ4 pull It down

Sellin rock Iʼm still around

Wit ya bitch Iʼm chilling out

Met her when she was skinny I gave her dick she fillin out

Oh you in your feelings now?

Look at us we dealing pounds

I got songs wit Dillan now

You got money still a clown

She got ass its spilling out

I be on the pitching mound

Show you how to flip * bounce

You know what this business bout

My **** we be in & out

Servin water in a drought

Donʼt know what you tripping bout

My shooter he be blickin out

Matrix guns glitching out

Yeah thats my dog but damn we had to sit em down

Shit I gotta settle down

Long nose japedo rounds

Shooter gotta 9 its got whistle thats a kettle sound

Bl*ck it out make it go deaf Helen Keller sound