Freestyle ll

Praise God bro
Nex up nex up
I said I'm ballin' on these fuck niggas. Look
Ballin' on these fuck niggas, I know they hate it
It get crazy, know that you don't love me for me

So you can say that fake shit
Would you still be rollin' with me if I wasn't gettin' paper
Matter fact, don't answer that. You don't even gotta say it
Sliding in that Charger, all black, you know it's tinted

Hot box every session, smoke be comin' out the window
She told me roll it down, she can't breathe cause she a rookie
It ain't what it seem, most of these niggas is pussy
But shout out to my niggas, they been solid from the jump

One thing about Wujo, he gon' roll another blunt
And he the shoe plug, got me kickin' like a punt
And we ain't in no band, but ain't no shortage on them drums
And you know I never cared, bitch it is what it is

Bitches like these db's, makin' money off some pics
I nutted on her stomach, she ain't ready for no kids
She just locked the door, oh you bout to suck my dick