8 Day Freestyle Video (MV)

I can swear these niggas copped, they ain't standin' on no business
Take a trip to the other side, should be faster than a minute
Step back and then I shoot, bitch, I really ball like Dennis
Brody in the back, he got that fire, he clutchin' Jenna's
Bitch, I need a renty, I'm tryna drive in a Genesis
Brody got that F, bitch, he shoot that bitch with excellence
What you need, that Za or that drink? We got elements
Got fyes and sticks in the trunk, ain't talkin' bout no elephant
Told bro we gotta start usin' gloves, can't leave no evidence
I don't really need this bitch, she keep tryna give me pleasantness
Zewted in his bitch from that 8, I should be the president
Brody had his fye up in that Rine but he was hesitant
Nigga really thought he was a demon till he got Heaven sent
He said, I need that glitch bag, his cash app showin' 7 cents
He flick up with the Shiesty in the pole, he think he menacing
He was flaggin' on the ground till he got his eyes to let us in
Shootin' in his bitch, I really snap on every trap
Got the hoes in the temple, bitch, you know they goin' back
Oh, you talkin' bout LV? Where's that? We been around
That why I keep my circle closed and I'm just focused on these raps
Niggas really actin' hard, pull up on them, they run a trap
If they in the f*ckin' V, shoot his tire, his shit fly
But all I fakin' on the ground, man, we gon' leave it right at that
Shootin' in the trap again, bitch, you know I speak them facts
Hold on, bitch, I'm tryna act a fool
Niggas say I don't got no dishonor, bitch, I pop out Rue
Nigga tryna put on the whole chain, boy, yo ass a goon
And if a nigga talk crazy, tell him, pop, I tighten up his grooves
Tell that boy, pop out to the front, shit, like, what you tryna do
Niggas say he really real, boy, I bamf each of you
And if you got some shit to say, f*ck your game, f*ck your crew
All these niggas talkin' crazy, but you know that shit ain't true
I feel juice spillin' like some soda, call him out and do
You can tell it to the pussy, look how he sound it too
Boy, he clutchin' on that yacht, he tryna blow it like a flute
Why these niggas playin' crazy like my dawg won't get on any man
Bro, they tryna set that plate, you know I want that best friend
Soon as he hop out that car, with that FF
A nigga try to throw one, boy, I'ma beat your chest in
F*ck your dad, dawg, guess what? He ain't restin
This my dawg in the back, he gotta fight, we ain't wrestlin
This nigga really think he hard, boy, yo ass ain't threatenin
Yeah, me and gang, bitch, we win the questionin
And I ain't say a damn thing, cause I stand on all ten
Bitch, I'm really from that 8, bitch, I gotta represent
So these niggas spit, man, f*ck, they ain't gotta see me
They stay snappin' on every trap, f*ck, they ain't gotta see me
These niggas, these niggas, these niggas, these niggas don't got no bread
All I've got