Songtexte Yeah! Freestyle - Byemilo

Sin of a sinner Ima be right back
If need me you can find me in my room with a stack
Paper cut my thumbs, I been counting up racks
Traded in my resume and got myself a gat
I done Bet on me like Half of that, yeah
Used to have subaru outback, yeah
Wood on the doors that was way back, yeah
Used to wait, hold up I got side tracked, yeah
Staying low key not on cool shit
I just wanna see a snake and they full fit
Work better round a fake and It's proven
Made a classic album with songs
About a rude bitch yeah, yeah, yeah
People hit my phone I respond with a "who dis?"
I ain't change my number
I just got a chain and changed shit
Man, damn face it, hit me with a "they said"
Sorry I can't hear basic, yeah, yeah, yeah
Only smoke blunts if you lace it
Still trynna die, did I switch up or become more famous?
Yeah You wouldn't know haven't hit me in a while
I been writing Whitney, I been keeping up a smile
Stacking up plates getting buff for the style
Talk about me nice before you get me going wild
Haven't y'all heard I got my city on wave
All my homies getting paid but

I been unemployed since February
Lot of shit has change it's kinda scary
Fuck em three times if they wanna hate hate me
People text me like they fucking made me
Shut the fuck up I don't your retweet
I play nice, I know it's nice to meet me
I know Gods woman cause we had a three-peat
I said fuck the tints I want em all to see me
Motherfuckers need to get they facts up
Hit me on my motherfucking Snapchat
All of my prices getting racked up
My laptops getting paid, I need it backed up
Little indie in me get rocked yo
Molotov Kampuchea through the window of your Volvo
Been paid ever Since Mac knew guitar ho
Hoes wanna cuff me like pants on DeMarco
She wanna grind on my UNIF belt
Saint Laurent jacket that's made of felt
808s put the bass all ya nose,
My bad that's Sam he act up around hoes
Both pills popped he the one, who else?
Raps no fun sell myself, sex sells
Ima go Madonna with a little Pac
Bleach my hair sell my soul and go pop
Quit my job ima make a shift
No days off I been on ten
Gossip on the tongue hold it all in
Say I switch up I be like "When?"

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