24Bflowa - Impatient (Freestyle)

I'll be chasing paper, gotta stack that shit green,
From the bottom to the top, nigga we living the dream.
Hustle hard, every day, don't have time for no sleep,
In the city streets, where nigga promise are always so deep.
Fuck them niggas, always yappin till we slide on our feet
Dollars signs are in my vision, i'll be back in the streets
Smoking hella goodie goodie, that shit feel like a treat
Run up on you with my niggas, we gon leave u deceased
Always flockin with my niggas, no one going to die
U know we started from the bottom, now we aiming up high
Gotta keep that toolie on me, i dont want me to die
Money talks so u know that i speak dollar signs
All these niggas they some bitches, never goin to slide
Fuck that granny pussy nigga, didnt know why she tried
Put that nigga onna shirt, tryna make him
alive
Everybody knows it works but only in ur mind
We most hated perpetrated, never selling my soul
If i didn't have my blicky only god knew to go
Robbing other niggas currency cause thats how it goes
When them pussys pulled a strap no one of us went froze
We gotta glock tho, we in the mob tho
Niggas think we playin, we ain't playin with them dracos
Keep that income welcome, earning money like im Pablo
Shit be getting tougher why them niggas always follow
Caught in system free my nigga that is facing a case
Everyday a nigga living fighting for his good own grace
We just killed ur homie that is something that u can't replace
Shot him couple times in his legs and we end with face
We be really in these streets any day could be yo last
Never turn down money, that i something that u can't get pass
My glock is fully modded, so u better stop showing
Them foolies keep on talking but they not, showing activity

These bitches keep on talking, that's killing me
Somehow they be calling us fake u kidding me
Yeah
U kidding me
Somehow they be calling us fake u kidding me
Leave a witness, hell nah smash him
Leave in a scat drift off, blast him
Aye
Gotta mac-11, gotta Glock-22 on my lap we in classic, traffic.

All my niggas really bussin
Puttin shit on name, we gon go and get to clutching
Thinking that we lacking, nigga u must be dumb
We gon pull up to ur bitch and hit her ass wit a drum
Cuz we banging, u know we claiming
Let me choppa fire 30 rounds u gon be brainless
Smoking on that nigga don't know why they so shook
Bitch we really 24 everyday like a book
And we playing with them toys niggas thinking that we joking tho
Never trusting stupid bitch don't know if she a setup hoe
Always tryna stay grind gotta talk it with my bro
If we seeing some police all my niggas getting low
From the bottom to the top thats the plan we gon hit it
Why them niggas never trying always stay in the district
All them niggas really spying when i'm near i got feeling
Something bad about to happen someone going healing
And we going like on godmode
Fuck u fight fo
Use ur fucking blicky teach him lesson dont go softmode
All my niggas really rocking on that mob show
When its time to buss u know nigga that we got 4

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Bflowa bflowa

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