Текст песни Freestyle 3 - Spitta

I pull that rod, nigga froze like a statue literally.
Big bitch, Statue of Liberty.
I'm really with the shits not just on beat.
This rod got a Dick, no safety call that meat to meat.
Pull up in a Jeep, Hop out on feet, walk a nigga down humming the Michael Myers beat.
Empty the clip no holding back.
The bullets fold him down, the corners got to fold him back.
Convicted felon still riding around with a stolen gat.
This bitch a 3 50 7 to be exact.
Catch you leaving the club send bullets through yo car door.
This cutta came with a sword, I call it Leonardo.
My money long, long as airline.
And all my hoes fly, I run a airline.
I'm tired of bawling, I need to take a knee.
All this robins gear look like I went on a robbing spree.
I'm the road runner you're at the coyote.
No I'm tweety Bird and you Sylvester.
That mean I'm smart than the rest of ya.
The clip curve Like a?
Don't make me question ya.
The cutta cut a nigga down the middle, make a extra ya.
And if you don't die you'll forever be a vegetable.
I'm twisted like a pretzel.
I'm so high I seen a extraterrestrial.
Stay from around me with all the telling shit.
I'm a steppa, step on a rat like a elephant.
With the rod I'm a retard.
I'm aiming at your street smarts, to knock out your intelligence.
Yo bitch shop at Rainbow, My bitch never been in there.
Brazilian down her back, 28 inch remmy hair.