Текст песни Freestyle - Tookaski

I'm sick as fuck but look

I can't trust a bitch as far as I can throw her
She said she want to talk to me some me more
She said she wanted me to fucking blow up
Hands around my neck, constrict the boa

She just want me out here fucking painting pictures
Yeah we got them cars we out lane switching
Yeah I'm with my niggas we about to get it
We gone do the dash we gone fucking ditch 'em

Ak47s, we gone gun you down
Big ole booties in here we gone bring 'em out
She just like the way them choppers sound
We gone bust a move rushing through your town

Bitches in here talking bout we keep 'em wet
Niggas in here talking bout they rep the set
But I seen you set trippin what the fuck is that
Snake ass niggas stab you in the back

Now they
Call me Ricky
Call me Ricky

Niggas talking bout the blickey I'm about the blickey
Niggas out here in your city
Niggas out here trippin
Now somebody go and get him
Bout to go and get him

Pullin up in your city just know we bout to get it
We getting them bitties and we don't give a fuck cause we in it
We stay in the city
And we in your city
I'm a about to pull the chopper out and make it rain we body tagging them niggas

I am a veteran better than veterans
Better keep your mouth closed when I talk get to listening
And if you get to talking outta turn then I muzzle them
Then you get laid down and start to sleep where the fishes is

Yeah me and all my vatos
We feel like we El Chapo
Sitting up in my Stu while I count up my dinero
And if you cutting it close you just might end up in a sinkhole
And if anybody ask you "Who is you?"
I'm a tell they ass I don't know

She said she gone do it
I don't know what that mean
Came to the scene with a bag
That shit filled with green

Yeah the purple stuff
It's gone hurt my spleen
Baby do it right now
Do your thang on me

Tryna figure out the reason you was stepping on my turf
Niggas they stay be talking shit but don't know what the word is
I was out here angry flipping shit
I flipped the bird
Switching lanes with my new bitch she still going to hurt em

I been sipping on that dirty cup it's filled with purp
And I got to love the ice that's a word to Erkel
I'm a pull up with your head stomp you on the curb
We stay strapped we got them bags and they bout to burst

And I been out with your bitch I'm not from this earth
I'm from mars I ain't no kid
I been out here swerving

You niggas in here say you bout to shoot
I'm bout to gone and shoot back at you
If you gone aim it then miss, I'm bout to hit
Now what you about to do