praisejay - Freestylin Lyrics

Yeah, gotta listen how I'm rapping, run down, boy, we mother f*ckin' trappin
Shoutout to my bro, he gettin' them packs in
I go to the bank, I'm turnin' my racks in
If you want the drank, you know that we taxin

Beem out the air and you can't even land
I'm goin' on the killstreak, get me a fan
F*ck, shoot his ass wit the tac den
F*ck, pussy ass, nigga, lackin

Yeah, put him in the wood, pack him
He a solo cause his duo , yeah, we fapped him
F*ck, let me motherf*ckin' chill
Land' tilted, I'm tryna get a kill

It's risky as hell, bein' so real
F*ck, golden scar on my hand, let's go on a drill
Yeah, Kobe bean' on the oop, don't need to pill
If he get in the rec dunk on shit like Shaquille O'Neal tryna get rich at a house worth a mil

Don't want a Rolex, show up richard mil
I popped him king Von demon-type drill
I popped him nigga ass, couldn't even build
Come score, I'm ballin' on shit at will

She a whore, baby u all in my grill,
Run up right now, boy, it ain't no motherf*ckin' extended the drill
Snipe him' can't, stand still
I got hoes, I ain't staying still

Drop y'all mans, I'm saying still
You built brick and I built steel
Nigga, wish you would, I better get he killed
Hunting rifle on my so I walk with, a tilt

Drop a hundred out the minigun, callin' me Wilt
Battle pass, nigga, couldn't even place
Top ten up in this bitch, he couldn't even last
Put that rifle on a nigga, nigga, f*ck your little ass

In the matrix in this bitch, nigga, dodgin' hella fast
Tryna score up in this bitch, brr, brr, that's your ass
Body bag, run down with the pump
Then switchin' to the SMG mag

Hit this bitch, she keep on blowin' up my phone, I'm not her dad
Hit this bitch, ain't cost me nothin' but some shoes and Dior bag