D.R.O.I.D. - Who Want Next Freestyle

Hottest in my city i ain't even hit my pinnacle Haters tryna crucify, the heat is what they hearing though
Honestly it's sad they kinda corny like the cereal
The haters on my dick, but i ain't boyfriend Material

Spazzing on the mic, i go retarded i got cheated on And then i fell in luv my name is cardi
Finna catch a body-ody-ody-ody-ody
Megan Thee Stallion
Pop Smoke, welcome to my motherfuckin party Shinigami on me, mommy i'm sorry I'm bouta go Kill a few thousand bodies light yagami, i'm crazy Like the god in me sodomy, snakes fucking up my Brain p-p-probably
And i'm s-s-stuttering, sh-sh-shivering and i'm Kicking the rap e-e-economy

Bringing it back i'm on a roll never go slow, huh
When i was a kid i wanted this i gotta go, huh
Finna get lit i wouldn't diss i wouldn't condone, Huh
You is a bitch i cannot believe
That i wouldn't go gold, huh

Pop a couple Bottles, Yo Resbalo, Liver cannot
Follow
Shifting up the Stick to make you Hollow but the Choppa Auto
Yo No Hablo Espanol still Slinging Dope just like l'm
Lalo
Metal be my Only Fan still think I might go Fuck a
Model

Uppin' up the Stick, love when it Glowing I just Shoot to Show It Weeding out the Copperheads When Mowing
'Cuz they cause Commotion
Bitch you better get up on our Motion If you in Our Ocean
Feel like Poseidon I change the Wave and now yo
Body Floating

Allergic to the Kitty, nose get sniffy when the Chicas Part
Love the Taste of Venom in the City like I'm Peter
Park
Only buy that good in Bulk you know I get the Green at Large
Like Daredevil when off the Xan I cannot help but
See the Dark

Use to be a nice guy
Now I'm just an asshole
Running down my dreams with a hatchet and a Lasso
The only thing I care about is my dog and my Cashflow
Rest in peace momma no more driving with the Gas low
Working till my knuckles bleed, its never been a Hassel
I use to like hoodys and Jeans I kept it casual
Now I stay suited like a butler in a castle
Serve the opposition the finest cut of my cattle
No mercy in ambition, stackin souls on my saddle
If you're my competition I wish you luck when we Battle
I let one too many demons run loose in my vest I Keep a dog on me so l don't eva gotta stress

Who Want Next?

Written by:
Alexander Williams

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