GrimeyFinesse - my thoughts pt2 (freestyle)

I gotta let you know, I've been going through it, facing pounds like it's a bowl
Crazy, I got niggas tryna beef over a hoe Had to cut the circle, most these niggas be some hoes
I get them gone just for the low
Creeping on a nigga, that'll turn a friend into a foe
Snake me once, bitch I'll never let that shit go
With my brother in the bucket, I'ma push until it's broke
If he saying that we beef, why he never drop a low
I'm just saying, if you really want to smoke, go call my phone
I ain't never ask for questions from the pigs, I'm out the door
Kai tryna hit a lick, where the niggas that got dough
Why the fuck you say you love me if I'm knowing you a hoe
I done seen a nigga drop his own mans for some dope
God is good, I don't know where I would be without his help
If it's about the money, I'ma swim to it, Mike Phelps
If it's about your bitch, I'ma make her sing, baby yell
I done like hella shit that you know I could never tell
But you know I'm schooling niggas, teach you how to make a sale
Why you got your hand out when I did it by myself
Get the fuck up out my face if you ain't never made it sail
Lying about that block work, niggas know I give them hell
I'ma really miss my dog and I ain't talking about no jail
All my opps said they bored, tell them go and check that score
It's a fucking freestyle, I ain't never had no chorus
Balling on these pussy niggas and I'll do it on they court
Oh, she wanna suck my dick, I just gave her a house tour
You would think she Goldie Locks by the way she got lured
Man, I'm finna take a break, cause my lip hella sore
Butterfly nigga, these are not suicide doors
Oh, you want to cop a foreign, go ahead and buy my course
Bullets so damn hot, he got hit with that force
Hit your ass from long range, fuck hell, he Bora Bora
Nigga, that's U.S Assassin
I'm only rocking Ralph Lauren
Got this bad Asian bitch and her name Lil' Lauren
I ain't picking up the phone if you know a nigga touring
Why you talking bout a gang, bitch, we know you never scoring
I'm on your ass, nigga, fuck them passes
I'm the type hit you on time and break your glasses
I'm the nigga that will fuck your bitch without asking
They don't never text my phone cause the nigga always lagging
Yeah, this bitch bad, but I can't deal with all her baggage
I never called a play cause a nigga always batting
I had to get the bread like a nigga was a fat kid
42 in my pocket, really got a nigga sagging
Yo, bitch, fly for dick like a nigga was Aladdin
I might flirt with you, but I'm never ever bagging
You say you got a check and you got it all for trapping
These niggas really broken, they ain't never had no cabbage
My lil' homie tripping, he just tried to fuck a fat bitch
I could fuck you twice and I could never get attached
You never had no money, we put ours designer bags
It been 25 years, come on, go get back
If I put you on, lil' nigga, you should treat me like your dad
You ain't tell me Father's Day, man, that shit made me sad
I'm number four, but you know a nigga never placed last
I could fuck the baddest bitch and you know I could never brag
Niggas lying in they song, with these clothes they never had
Niggas say he took my bitch, it's a hoe I never had
It's okay, nigga, take the bitch, I could never bag
Five blunts, five pints, got a nigga feeling rad
Pussy talking on the net, all my niggas took yo' stash
And I stay on Instagram with shit that niggas wish they had
Did I listen to your album? Hell no, that shit was ass
I'll really drop a nigga and I do it with no mask
I'm the motherfucking Don, I send a nigga do a task
Crying on a nigga the type of shit that make me mad
I used to wanna fall in love, but now I'm doing bitches bad
I Just spilled my whole cup, got a nigga moving sad
Man, that's motherfucking, what, OTD 3, nigga
Alright, nigga

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ruo m

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