Big Steilo - Fuck Em (Freestyle)

Aye, aye, lets go
Them niggas call me a thug huh
I'm corporate thugging bitch
Its fuck you niggas until the day that i die
Its like that forever
Gang
(every fucking day that i wake up, its like that)
Lets go
Look
I wake up every morning going crazy
I got no time for ones that try to play me
I can feel hate but really it don't phase me
I love getting money
But money it never made me
Shoutout my unc Gary for the call
The ones that raised me call me Paul
Everybody know Steilo gotta ball
Jack of all trades master of none
Fuck them niggas, i'm really with it
Ion give a fuck, i'm in the city with it
Niggas wanna drill i'm really with it
4 5 6 ill get a nigga
Hold on
Let me slow it down
Let me break it down
Bitch i'm on the ground floor
I got money right now
Two hundred bands
I'm really up
In six months nigga i'm up
Who wanna talk
Nigga ion really
Ion really give no fucks
I get on the beat and i go crazy
I'm about to just mix this up
I drop it on youtube drop it on iTunes
Nigga imma drip shit up
Imma really cut shit up
I got the bag on the regular
Niggas be talking but i never fall
And i never fumble
So i get the ball every-time
Niggas wanna talk
Its every line
Imma keep going like every-time
Imma keep dropping like every dime
Yea
You think she bad bro
That bitch for everybody
Thats that groupie pussy nigga you for everybody
(hoe ass nigga)
Hold on let me catch it again
Go off the top look
Its fuck that nigga
Until the day that i die
I think his name was jason
So fuck that nigga i'm chasing
Every-time imma load my hk
I'm just thinking bout acing
Thinking bout 10 thinking bout 9
Thinking bout running them faces
Nigga i really want casings
Ion give a fuck nigga really don't waste it
Got 10 more bullets in my clip my nigga and i bet i wont waste em
Shoot that bitch to jam
Hold on
I hope it don't jam
I spent 800 dollars on that mufucka
I hope it don't jam
Nigga i really know who i am
Freestyle beat
Ight
I know who the fuck i am my nigga
I really do
I really know who the fuck i am
Lets go
Look
He talking crazy
What
Fuck it i'm fucking him up
Niggas be talking that gangster shit
But them niggas really aint tough
I catch that nigga he lacking
Fuck that nigga just back in
Skirrrttt
Hold on
Fuck that nigga get it cracking
Run up on me like what
Hold on you niggas aint talking bout shit
Huh niggas be talking that gangster shit
But i know that lil boy he a bitch
Huh niggas was talking like
He aint gone do this and he aint did that
But ion really give no fuck
Imma split his head lil nigga
Imma crack him
Yea run my bands
Gimme my money lil nigga i need that
Snatch my chain
Naw nigga naw
You aint gone touch that i need that
Touch down nigga i'm in the end zone
Me and marly g we gone
Nigga it touch down i'm in the zone
Marly g right her at home
Yea
Bitch
Bitch i'm on a plane i'm gone
Nigga we sending him home
Bow
Tombstone my nigga he gone
Dam get that boy some flowers

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