Still Talk My Shxt (Freestyle)

Yup little dumb ass Goofy ass bitch I talk my shit I still pop my shit Solo on the rap I dont need no feature Neck big lit Thats a brand new freezer Post it on the gram Just for a little teaser Shit so hot caught A fever damn Chilling in first class Going to Japan None of you bitches Be where i am I aint telling lies Bitch check my gram Might just go an cop a Brand new lamb Beating on them drums Cause i got them bands Stepping on you bitches Just like some ants 216 im from the land All yall rap hoes Please stop playing All yall think yall Out here slaying I dont give a fuck About what you wearing Bring back girbaud jeans On you hoes Killing yall bitches Better wipe yo nose I dont fuck with bitches Yall not my woes Some of my friends Turned into foes Yeah i canceled All them hoes Bet niggas turn up When they come To my show All bad bitches Buss it down real low White girls in the Bathroom doing blow Snorting through dollar bills Numbing they throat Buss it down real fine Snort a little more Bitches on the dance floor Hitting that woe Niggas in the club Throwing up that dough Hoes out here Cant fuck with my flow Aint dropped In a minute Oh lord thats What i been hearing Thought i plateaued Bitch not nearly I been out here Motherfucking winning I aint signing no check Less than a millie If i ever been broke It lasted a minute I dont give a fuck I stay running Up a ticket Gotta black card What the fuck is a limit Buying out the mall We be up in lennox Im fucking up sum racks About to head up to saks Yo nigga wanna fuck me He wanna pull out my tracks Stupid ass bitches How you feel about that Bet you they hate it When i talk like this Goin kanye Goin crazy then a bitch Vvs diamonds Ten bands on my neck Hoes gon hate it When i patek the wrist Fucking with designers You aint know exist Pull up cant breath Use primatene mist Hoping out the masi You know they pissed Racks in the middle Like roddy rich Ugh ok Betchu they hate it When i talk like this Goin kanye Goin crazy then a bitch Vvs diamonds Ten bands on my neck Hoes gon hate it When i patek the wrist Fucking with designers You aint know exist Pull up cant breath Use primatene mist Hoping out the masi You know they pissed T got motherfucking Commas bitch Back on that shit Talking my shit what