A. Wal Da Producer - Ringin' Bells Freestyle

Niggas foolin' still, I'm headed to a mill
OG on the block make plays out Coupe Deville
My boy hit my phone say he got stupid pills
You talkin murder, nigga, who you kill
Glock nine full of sluggers like it's Louisville
My bitch brought them racks out, Venus Williams
They say how Wal made it out, it was Jesus will
Shit, here we go again Kenan Kel
That's my demon twin, give em hell
I was just a nobody now I'm ringing bells
Flying across the coast, my bitch and yours as well
See my dawg just hit a stain he said his food had spilled
Choppa sing, Dru Hill
Four cars, two cribs
Four broads, all dibs
Beat the odds, now I'm heel
Three-five gar, now I'm healed
Brand new bottle, crack a seal
Lil baby rich with ass and titties she a package deal
Niggas foolin' still, I'm headed to a mill
OG on the block make plays out Coupe Deville
My boy hit my phone say he got stupid pills
You talkin murder, nigga, who you kill
Glock nine full of sluggers like it's Louisville
My bitch brought them racks out, Venus Williams
They say how Wal made it out, it was Jesus will
Snatching out her tracks, this ain't her hair for real
She get no text back cause I don't care for real
Money got me rocking shit I don't wear for real
Hittas spin ya shit like Devin Steel
That's my dog he good, let him in
Ball like a jock, Amiri letterman
I don't do no talking, I'm not Letterman
Bitch keep stalking, I just might let her in
Niggas foolin' still, I'm headed to a mill
OG on the block make plays out Coupe Deville
My boy hit my phone say he got stupid pills
You talkin murder, nigga, who you kill
Glock nine full of sluggers like it's Louisville
My bitch brought them racks out, Venus Williams
They say how Wal made it out, it was Jesus will

Written by:
Antonio Walker

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