Baby C4 - 22.5 Freestyle
Ok New shit
I been on top the game but still it's more to prove bitch
I'm tired of fucking around wit y'all niggas no more cool shit
Extended clip up on this glock look like a pool stick
I copped a white honda to me this shit a cool whip
Drop the top and watch em flock y'all niggas fiends
I keep my pockets full this for the fam it's in my genes
Niggas acting out so this glock gon make em lean
I Treat my bitch so well it's like everyday is halloween
She say damn you treat me like a queen she know that's love
Im running up this bag while other niggas run to none
I hit that from the back i smack her ass and watch her cum
Shit Feel like rock n roll cus bitch i always keep a drum
I had dreams of making M's at 30 im gon have it
I cant catch no case cus wit a sentence come more baggage
I just want that pape, By any means i need that cabbage
I came from the basement now im up high like the attic
I chose the rapper life so honestly it's do or die
Love to see my niggas win them doors they turned to suicide
Stay in the streets wit guns so who gon live the choice is me or mine
I cant trust no soul the ones i kept too close they crossed the line
I fuck up a sack like nigga let's get to the cheese
I put it in my all and still ima do wit ease
This shit on my neck too froze like twenty degrees
Back then it's was coogi now all this shit double c's
Ok, These niggas they slept too long i'm waking em up
Now Everyday it feel like my bday my hoe be caking it up
Trust me, Back then was down on my luck now i'm taking it up
Ok, If i see a bag just know that i'm fucking it up
Damn, I'm sliding on shit but you know that i got my reasons
Cant name no nigga i fear i get too hot then turn to a demon
Once when i touch that mil i cop me a chain and head straight to Neimans
Back then bitches throwing they box but i kept shit P i was bobbing and weaving
Ok, My swag a lil different think ima rockstar baby
Ok, Your love a lil different still need the top tho baby
Ok, i'm running up chicken just like a popeyes baby
Think ima be on the charts, Til then fuck it let's rock out baby
Written by:
Kevin Harris
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