Lyrics Freestyle 8 - Dee Mula

Ayy, ayy, freestyle eight, bitch ass nigga, ho ass nigga, nobody safe, not even your ho
Dee Mula, damn
Freestyle eight, ain't nobody safe

I used to fuck with you, now you a opp
So when I see you, boy, you getting shot
I walk around with this guap in my pocket
Now I'm getting cocky, yo' bitch give me toppy, it sloppy
I'm fresh to death when I walk in
My bitch don't like calling, she like to pop up
She know I'm macking, she know these bitches gone pull up, the minute she slip up, she fucked up (damn, damn, fucked up)
He looking mean on his pictures, holding these guns up
What the fuck I'ma run for? I got them guns too
Nigga say he gon' harm who? Choppa tear that boy arm loose

I'm smoking cabin wood, sitting back just chillin', coolin', vibin', villain
How you don't like me? You don't know me
You say I'm a ho, come and show me
Let off 24 shots like I'm Kobe
Ooh, I'm off papers, dude is a hater
Smoke 'em like a vapor, send 'em to his maker

I'm fucking his bitch, he gon' hate that, uh-uh, payback
Pull up on a ho in a Maybach
My circle small like some Froot Loops, I'm the shit like some boo boo
Pull up with some animals, zoo crew
How you get shot and I wasn't even there? Voodoo, that's cold, igloo

She throw it back, now I'm going deeper, for the deep end
I bought me a spot for my killers to sleep in
He ain't got no type of defense
Quick to take a nigga bitch, let me get that
I'ma fuck the ho for the weekend
Send the ho back for the weekday, she can argue with you
I got her stuck like some glue
Who is that texting yo' phone?
I have no clue

Smooth dude, Michael Jackson shoes
If I jump in the pool, then the water wouldn't move
I can get you on, watch the news
Showing out for the internet, that's when you lose (damn)

Freestyle eight, ain't nobody safe
Bitch, aight, ain't nobody safe
Ain't nobody safe, not even your bitch