Free Agency (feat. Boo Cash)

(I don't see how you can't rhyme something crazy like that man) (It's too foul, you can't handle it) Brddd, brdd She come to the pad, she gon' come to my- Yeah I make her, change the weather She so bad I swear that bitch don't know no better Now my diamonds dance, Aqua, it don't know no better Kicked her to the curb, had to teach the bitch a lecture My dick make her O.D., I got drugs that'll make you O.D Goin' shopping in NYC, so much cash it's hard to think So much gas it's heard to breath, smoking on kush factory Why you gotta bother me? I'm tryna chill, why can't you see? Ballin' like free agency I kick that bitch to the curb, I call that bitch a lil swerve She wanna be my Lil Durk, she wanna be my lil nurse She wanna be there when it hurt, but you know me imma flirt Hop in the Audi and skrt, these bitches just throw me they purse Baby, I'm a free agent like the NFL You know imma blitz every time you in my field Baby slide back to the pad you know we in the hills Hittin' that shit from the back, baby on chill I'm gon' hop in the coupe, when it's hot drop the roof And I'm still with the bitch, I don't gotta call trues And I'm having that loot She look at the drip, and she say I got juice She used to be tied up, I'm knocking her loose I'm stabbing that bitch like I can't use a spoon I toss her a 30, she go to the moon She come to the pad, she gon' come to my- Yeah I make her, change the weather She so bad I swear that bitch don't know no better Now my diamonds dance, Aqua, it don't know no better Kicked her to the curb, had to teach the bitch a lecture My dick make her O.D., I got drugs that'll make you O.D Goin' shopping in NYC, so much cash it's hard to think So much gas it's heard to breath, smoking on kush factory Why you gotta bother me? I'm tryna chill, why can't you see? Ballin' like free agency