PB&J Freestyle

I been on that road Thuggin' Keep the 40 on me, riding with a puppy got me clutching Like I'm Corey you can get the house special what's yo budget I'm s my moking fruity pebbles, open up the pack like honey bunches Have you ever seen a .45 take out 6 niggas I been grinding 40 days and 40 nights I need a jigga I been knowing I'm the shit, aint gotta tell me I'm that nigga And if the day end with the letter "Y" then bitch I'm in the kitchen I'm a Big dawg, the head boss, the top tweaker In the kitchen with my lab coat, bitch I feel like beaker Look at my kicks they got some big B's but I aint come from Beecher Mini drac sing like the choir so I call that bitch the preacher Tapped in with the streets And now I'm kicking beats Imma get some money, long as I got legs and some feet Took a pic with 80 bands look like beauty and the beast On my way to Tennessee with some real exotic tree Got good bands and a Glock, like I'm Ed I got the recipe Used to scrap it up when I was younger now I wrestle P's Every time I pop out its some shit that they aint never seen Smoked a honey pack in the AM then hit the listerine Might pop a nigga in his bean, make him drop a dream Putting points up for the team but I aint Kareem I know the whip got blacked up but the seats is cream And I don't fuck with rat niggas but I'm still getting cheese Real Hustler And I fuck with bloods bitch I'm a busy B Yo kicks dusty and yo bitch baldheaded look like Mr. T You been frontin, boy you just a rapper you aint pushing P I been fucked, but she won't leave me alone she want some double C's I only trust a bitch as far as blind niggas get to see So if I fuck yo bitch, don't act like its my fault that she leave Come get a custom fit, 100 shots in yo short sleeve I couldn't cop a onion now I'm shopping P's that I don't need Yeah you can get a verse, but first you gotta pay the proper fee Took a body shot, but if he don't go down I'm popping knees She call me eighthy baby, cuz thats the only thing I put in leafs Like I'm a 80's baby, I know its a play when its a beep We don't do the steak, its chicken And nigga you a ham, chitlins Used to whip a Hunnid edibles then I'd go on a mission And don't forget about the pills cuz them bitches made a killing Know this red bone bitch look like Mulatto tryna hit it Like how much that pussy worth bae my budget a quarter ticket She said nah baby I'm a fan of Ayo you can get it When you got yo hands in it, know some shit come with it Know you gotta watch yo friends, cuz this shit get wicked I was broke and now I'm up, grab the script then flip it And I don't got no homies, bitch its either family or business And I'm a shot caller, so aint nobody safe when I'm suspicious