Lyrics 5.31.18 Freestyle - Bou

These niggas thinkin I fell off and I ain't even started yet
Rappers bluffin talkin work ain't never made a dolla stretch
Swear to god you'd have more money if you hoes was talkin less
You wasn't there when I was broke so when I'm on don't call or txt
Thank the lord, God I'm blessed
Helped me thru alotta stress
Trappin hard in dirty nikes fuckin up alotta checks
Middle finger to the opps and all them suckas on the fence
Heard you niggas sending shots but you ain't hit your target yet
Ride with the dawg call the vet
Fuck the law they want my neck
My God daughter touching racks and she ain't even talkin yet
Your favorite rapper not a threat
He let his persona flex
Put your money up I'll body whoever you call the best
From the hills what you know
In the summer pushin snow
Hustle got me on my feet and music put me in my glow
I don't do this shit for show
Got this feeling in my soul
Imma stunt on everyone that tried to play me way before
This life I live ain't for the weak
Heard your tape that shit was weak
Everyday I gotta eat so every feature gotta fee
Lil boy be careful how you speak
I can make it hard to breathe
Every night been hard to sleep since me and G broke down a key
If I can't catch him when I wanna imma run down on his father
Tell that man you raised a bitch you might as well have had a daughter
I sold everything but water
Started young Blue Ivy Carter
Imma shark to you paranas
When it come to gettin commas
Got that white girl like madonna
Kendall Kylie Ivanka
Bitches wonder why I'm heartless
I been thru alotta trauma
Do she want me cuz I'm real
Do she want me for these dollars
Kept her round because she honest
Cut her off now she astonished
Take my main to Tijuana
Take my side to benihihana
Take my hoe to founding farmers
Niether one gon meet my mama
I confess I got some problems
Only blue faces can solve em
Don't need new cases your honor
Y'all treat hustlers like osama
Runin thru gas like I'm whipping's a hummer
Ran into saks just to drop a few hunned
Trap in the winter and stack till the summer
This Mac gotta clip bout as long as cucumbers
Hop in the foreign that rari burn rubber
Plug know I'm loyal just txt me 'new number'
Liquor I'm spilling is takin me under
My niggas move quiet wit clips Full of thunder
Loyalty heavy with me and my brothers
Take one of mine and your Mother gon suffer
Rappers ain't hustlers I'm blowin they cover
Been on your block and they say you a runner
Hate on my wave and you know how I'm comin
Tap on the break they gon damage my bumper
Me to a brick is a stick to a drummer
Need one for the other I'm playin percussion