20 Blues Freestyle

You gon' fuck around and die from allis goop, don't try to shoot Who got these hoes mad? Who got the juice? I done flew the coupe at 18, had a Benz by 22 I'ma let him think it's sweet, we barrel-swapped the 22 If I put rims on this bitch, I'm slidin' off on 22s Pop him like a perk, we did the job for 20 blues Pull up 100 deep, that's 50 hands and 50 shoes (Not everybody with the shit nigga) Or I could pull up by myself, that's one click and 100 booms I'm tryn catch him, stretch him, bang out, take the K out, change his face I'm gon' chase him, spank him, hang him, hawk his ass down like a race Ain't gon' bap, nigga, I'm tryna clap em all and get shit out the way You gon' take that on the chin and we take this shit to the grave You gon' fuck around and die from allis goop, don't try to shoot Who got these hoes mad? Who got the juice? Broke the lil bitch heart, that ain't my bitch, she just confused I ain't go to school for engineering, I still play around with tools They know what it is with me, who the fuck is you? Police pick us up, that's the only time they don't know 2 My name holds so much weight, this bitch could move bricks cross the border Put the fish scale in the sink, just hit the new brick with the water All that hee-hee, ha-ha, rah-rah, fun and games until you die Chopper interrupt that blah-blah, send his lame ass to the sky Give a fuck about no bitch, I'll push ya lame ass to the side Used to dream about them racks, that money came to my surprise Macaulay Culkin, home alone, I'm in here trippin' in this bitch Crushed a blue and hit the stu, I'm in here bippin' in this bitch Lil' mama know she got that water, got me slippin' in this bitch I get the rackades, you boys on the back page trickin' in this bitch You gon' fuck around and die from allis goop, don't try to shoot Who got these hoes mad? Who got the juice? Broke the lil bitch heart, that ain't my bitch, she just confused I ain't go to school for engineering, I still play around with tools