Twenty20 Freestyle Video (MV)

F*ck is you saying lil ni**a
This year I ain't playing wit ni**az (No way)
Pop out like hey on you bitches This year gon be playing wit figures (All day)
All of the wrongs I committed
I swear that I'm praying forgiveness (Always)
We switching lanes on you ni**az
Just wait til we load up the hemi
F*ck ni**a you ain't talking bout benjis
F*ck you if you ain't talking bout commas
Lil bitch stop calling my phone
If it's anything to do wit that drama
Fresh out yea boy Hop home
Cause they caught him in whips holding llamas
So high I be all in my zone
Killing shit yea word to my momma that boy he a problem
Ni**az ain't f*cking wit us
No need to ask why yo bitch keep staring
New Westwood my gear
Tim Vivianne my parents
On first class flight through Paris
Said f*ck school like Ferris
Them big blue bills I cherish
On the scene looking real nightmarish
Said I'm at the pop up
Sippin' henny a lot of
Til I'm drunk and I'm stumbling
I am your father, like my name is Mufasa
Bitch I'm drunk and I'm mumbling
They don't what we be talking about
We in a section you never allowed
I'm in the sea when when I jump in the crowd
High in the trees when i roll up the loud (D3)
3 3 3
3 3 3
3 3 3
Yeah that be the mark of the beast
3 3 3
Yeah that be the mark of the beast
Young ni**a runnin' the streets
Young ni**a runnin' the streets
Young ni**a killin' these beats
Young ni**a f*ckin' these freaks
(Let's go)