Freestyle ll

Praise God bro Nex up nex up I said I'm ballin' on these fuck niggas. Look Ballin' on these fuck niggas, I know they hate it It get crazy, know that you don't love me for me So you can say that fake shit Would you still be rollin' with me if I wasn't gettin' paper Matter fact, don't answer that. You don't even gotta say it Sliding in that Charger, all black, you know it's tinted Hot box every session, smoke be comin' out the window She told me roll it down, she can't breathe cause she a rookie It ain't what it seem, most of these niggas is pussy But shout out to my niggas, they been solid from the jump One thing about Wujo, he gon' roll another blunt And he the shoe plug, got me kickin' like a punt And we ain't in no band, but ain't no shortage on them drums And you know I never cared, bitch it is what it is Bitches like these db's, makin' money off some pics I nutted on her stomach, she ain't ready for no kids She just locked the door, oh you bout to suck my dick