Rincon - Bubble Guts Freestyle

Took so many losses got me spazzin' out
We don't fuck witchu we don't hash it out
Push to start and we back on route (vroom)
Hard times got me lashing out, Drinking until we passin' out
Brady bunch we packin' house, Shooters gon get to blammin' out

Keep Killin shit with ease
Kid from the south but gon' catch me out up in the east (yeah)
Every coast gotta fuck with me
Never a pretended to be, gatorade way I keep it G
Get Paper every time I close my eyes like Ima sneeze

Double cup my bazos, running shit like El Chapo (yuh)
Beating shit like bongos, Dave East on Don Pablo
'I know I know I know I know I know
I know I know I know I know I know' (let's go)

Tell me something I don't know, take it where you wanna go
Duckin' me long time ago
Like you playing some hide and go (I ain't playing)
Knockin on your door like we domino's
Yeah I'm coming with the big shit, fuckin' with big fish like pappadeauxs

Claiming that you hot as shit, fuckin hoes and coppin' whips (ha)
I ain't here for all this shit, fuck yo hoe then I'll rob the bitch (damn right)
Mexicano rapping like this is so astonishing
Bringing hooks like hagler I'm doing this thang so marvelous (nice)

Hate me but embrace me
Didn't mean to go off, but can you really blame me? (nope)
Ain't nobody safe G
Fam crossed for a better life they was waist deep (aye)
I ain't talking OVO when I be where them drakes be

Cry later but we laugh now, careful what you pass down
I hit it raw and make her tap out like it's smack down (yeah)
I'm Rolling with the gang but we ain't bringing flags out
My words are my golden ticket and now its time to cash out (money)

365 dawg cause I don't take a day off (nah)
Pressure makes diamonds dawg I swear that it's gon' pay off (I swear)
Now I'm calling game like I'm Dame in the playoffs (whoo)
Look into your soul I know you scared from that face off (I know you scared)

Pretty motha fucka make these ladies do a double take (uh uh)
Bad lil' thing rolling up cause she love them J's
I'm the shit like it's Bubble Guts I got runs to make
Used to entertain these hoes but that was in my younger days

Kicked her baby daddy out but she had chose to leave me in
Windows tinted riding in the whip that you can't see me in (no)
Parked downtown she gave me head at the median (mm mm mm)
Capping in your raps boy you really a comedian (ha)

Really with the guys no suits I got them ties
I don't look surprised cause I know that my shit fire (fire)
I gotta grind every single second I'm alive
Cause I don't know the day that God choose for me to fly

Gotta cop a crib that be bigger than a mansion (mansion)
Help my momma out cause I'm tired of her standin' (tired of her standing)
Cop dior and Gucci for my girl cause she love fashion (yuh)
Gotta make these moves cause I'm tired of being stagnant (man I'm tired)

I can't stand still bitch I gotta go in toe to toe
Like two lines of coke bitch I'm tryna go in blow for blow
My shoota never miss man I swear he just went four for four
Told the bitch that I'm a freak and then I had to show the hoe (come here mami)

Ima go off in this bitch until I hit the finish line (yuh yuh)
Bitch don't make a sudden move cause Ima have to reach for mine
You think you a killa homie I can make the reaper die
Man I thought I told you I been tryna keep a peace of mind (uh)

Written by:
Alex Rincon

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