Tahmond - Birthday Freestyle

Got a brand new lil whip and it's spacious
This Balenci' don't step on my laces
She gon' fuck cause she wanna be famous
Out of luck cause the lil bitch is basic
Hit the store with the bro cause I'm wasted
Ima dog so I fucked on the waitress
She on go and just sent her location
Drop that dick on your bitch said it's gracious
He in love and he buying her birkin
But she fucking with another person
Pulling up to the spot to get work in
Got the strippers upstairs and they twerking
Niggas actors they be smoking on that boofey
I cannot move the marijuana got me woozy
I hear a shot the homie clutching on the uzi
He let it bust because he know it make him moody
Yeah I told her I'm a rich man, my fit cost ten bands
Niggas acting stupid we gone hit him like some tin cans
Gone pull up on your block though, bust at your tacos
Niggas getting chicken in the kitchen like some Roscoe's
Your bitch call me pretty now I'm feeling like I'm Flacko
She finna slide the kitty but I cannot slide the guapo
You niggas cannot see me attitude is on El Chapo
Garages with the backwoods now it's steak up on the top floor
Talking shit your bitch I hit that, yeah we go way back
She not about her dough and Djayy really need a Maybach
I need a SRT to go two-hundred on the race track
Get paper like I'm Patty run it up like where my plays at?
In the party with the big juice, I'm finna pass out
Tahmond where the bitches we gone bring them to the trap house
Please don't try my niggas cause they guaranteed to act out
Green just be my presence I don't got no time to rap now
Don't fuck with these niggas stop capping we is not friends
I know these niggas pocket-watching so I drop ten
Big balling tell the bank bring the Brinks in
Bitch bad, giving top on the weekend
Had to cut this bitch off damn it hurt, she was too fine
Big woods, ain't no passing it's a FaceTime
Heard he broke, oh that's tough ima make mine
Eating steak, bring the plate, I don't do loins
That choppa lift you like a earthquake, it's what the shirt say
Come and cross the homies ima hurt you in the worst way
She hit me on a Thursday, said it's her birthday
How many bodies on that coochie take a survey
I know you see the belt, watch, and shoes bitch it's Gucci
Told me bring that pack back nigga it's my duty
And that shhh in my bag and it's sticky like some sushi
Make the whole exchange then it's chao got the blueys
Finna hit the crib and count some bands but I ain't Lonnie
Niggas they be virgins and be lying bout they bodies
Finna get a rack and do some shit to print the copies
I know you see Balenci' when I'm stepping out the lobby
They all up in my ear like why you robbing cause I gotta
Told me gotta have a second plan I thought of product
Took a little loss but know we just began the saga
And we left them niggas leaking when they squabbled at Harada

Written by:
Aaron Howard, Lil Djayy

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