Glokk20 - Freestyle

I've been makin' money on my own, so I cherish it
I spend it with my niggas, poppin' bottles for the hell of it
Get the green to relish in I dig it up, I'm shovelin
Motorboat these bitches, stay afloat, bitch, I be peddling
I'm Heaven sent, I'm relevant, know you see it's evident
She say she look better when she with me, like embellishment
Notice when I'm steppin' in that dude right there be settin' trends
Couple dudes I'm better than, I'm number one, I represent
Coolest nigga in my city, did that shit on accident
Every time she ridin', she get better like she practicin
Bougie bitch, I'm havin' it, never touch a ratchet bitch
Swervin' in that coupe and I was high and ended up crashin' it
I finally got the ball up in my court and I ain't passin' it
First time they gon' hear this, they gon' say this shit immaculate
My chopper bite no Dracula, cleaning crew we bag him up
Cali bitch, she suck me in the hills, I feel spectacular
Took a dive, I took a leap, prodigy up in the street
Know my bro gon' walk down with that spaz if a nigga tweak
Drop him quick just like a leak, Jordan 1's been on my feet
Mama never let me see them days when she didn't eat
Headucation from a freak, I mean education from a geek
Different city with these bird bitches, bussin' on they beak
Know they keep this shit discreet, I still be postin' with the clique
Oh, you really thought that I was tryin'? Hold on, take a seat
I been really runnin' through these tracks, I'ma fuckin' demon
Bronem lift da hemi off the road, you can barely see him
Steppin' on these niggas necks, there's no more air to fuckin' breathe
Hit her once, ain't call her back, I shouldn't have told her I won't leave
Paranoid, I'm by myself, I keep a gun and quick to squeeze
I'ma keep on flexin', I ain't gotta have a fuckin' reason
Comin' back to back to back to back, bitch, it's my fuckin' season
I'ma keep on spazzing, till my name across the fuckin' region
Fuck me good, I got amnesia, I don't even know the bitch
Lay her down and nail her with the hammers, this a crucifix
We been on some ruthless shit, it's old to me, you new to this
High as hell and servin' to these niggas, I'm a stewardess
I'm true to this, you goofy bitch, teachin' them a lesson
King just came around, so bow it down, you fuckin' peasant
I'm eatin' like I'm starvin', bitch, I'm comin' back for seconds
Keep two niggas by my side, bitch, you gon' die if I Smith & Wesson
Ayy, okay, it ain't no lame shit, huh, we bust his brain quick, huh
We spend the block, we switchin' lanes, bitch, brand new Moussane, or new Range bitch
Yeah, yeah, you know I go insane, it's G-20, know that I got it sittin' on my chain
Yeah, man, fuckin' fuck the fame, brand new choppa, know I got the aim

Written by:
ZeDrian Burrell

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