TWO SEATER FREESTYLE (feat. AC3! & NTDdom)

Yuh, aye, w-wait, yuh Aye, you know my choppa gon' talk if a opp wanna stomp on my- what? I gotta up me the chop, I said, "Fuck it, I'm flowing nonstop" I got seven bitches fiending for cock Bounce on my dick like a bunny, she hop Hop on that track and you know it's a bop Hop on that track and you know I'ma rock Hop on that track and you know I don't stop Hop on that beat and obliterate, uh I catch your body disintegrate, uh I took your bitch on a dinner date, uh Smoking that gas, yes I ventilate, uh Aye, woah, yuh, aye Run up on pussy boy, I got that chop Spinning your block Fuck with me then you a opp (Get back to work, you slacker) Hop on that track, I run it back .223 pull up, I'm gon' go click-clack I got your bitch and she all on my sack Pussy boy missing shots, we run it back Break a bitch back like a Kit-Kat She wanna talk, but I hit that AK got a motherfucking kickback, uh I don't really fuck with the chit-chat With the boys up in the studio, uh Spitting this shit like I'm Coolio Fucking your bitch, she a groupie hoe Run up on me, that shit really blow Water my neck and my wrist, Aquafina Run in that bitch and I'm toting my N9ne I got your bitch in a fucking two seater Kick a bitch out 'cause you know I don't need her Ball so hard, you can call me Steph Curry Fucking your bitch and now I'm in a hurry Pussy boy talk, and now he see blurry Eating that pussy like motherfucking curry, aye Hop on the track with my slimes They be my partners in crime Your face will get re-aligned Dump a couple at your spine Woah, aye, uh Pull up with a mini-mac, is it really that bad That I gotta hit him with a click-clack? This that Motherfuckers talking shit, choppa got kickback Oh, woah Aye, pull up on the team Aye, pull up on the scene, aye I got nothing but green in my pocket Now, I do sip lean, aye, aye Run up on me got him talking, aye Running up I'm popping, motherfuckers wanna talk, aye Huh, pull up on me, I'm on the scene Yeah, you know I'm with the team And we doing mean things, yuh Aye, yea, pull the beam out of my pocket Yeah, you know you gon' stop talking 'Cause I'm gonna start fucking pop it, yuh Aye, see that beam in the air Better hide, you gon' cry Motherfucker, you gon' die, bitch What? How you just be doing that shit