F2 - freestyle

I'm the man to get it
She look me in my eyes, she loves me now
She like my tats, she rubbing now
Turn around and shake it bitch
Turn around and I make it bitch
If I make it there im make it hit
Aye yea
Run it up you ain't never seen me
You ain't running up cause
Dam huh
I got the hoodie on and I seen some niggas
Get bully wrong, but they ain't gonna come back
With the same shit they moving on
Move them on to a high being
If they believe in god ,then they hire me
Fuck her right, she ain't moving on
Fuck her right, her leg twitch
My homie gone, he in his grave
We took a L, it made us strong
It takes a minute to make song
It takes them hours to sell eight
I know I don't gotta hate
I'm just here to make the day and what I make
In a year one day I'll make to day
Keep praying but keep the gat
Free my homie, he still in that cell he young
Then a bitch but, he still in hell
Keep going, he gonna make it well
Keep going trying make it right
Can't lie to me right in my face
Take my hoe you must think you drake
Beat your ass if I think you hate
I'm just waiting for that one day

She in my face I'm at her place
Dick her down then stay the night
Run it up in the middle of the night
I'm be rich in the afterlife
Be rich cause my momma
Said be rich cause my brother dead
Keeping it going I can't change my mind
I gotta keep my senses at all time
The only sense that I ever had
Was to get a bag, then a other bag
Gotta understand before you die
I'm on ten toes when I ride
Gotta in to ten cars that night
Got two friends In two graves
Got one brother one grave
Got my sister going M I A
Aye
Sooner or later I'm hit it
Once you gone you can't quit it
Missing me don't get in your feelings
Hit it right she want all my children
Get it right she wanna be my wife
Good dope that's all I smoke
My bitch bad your bitch laugh at every joke
Keep your head up solider
Making bread ain't really hard
Been breaking into lots of cars
Hitting licks and jugging shit
Finesse the boy out his zip
Kill the game but love no hoes
Prove me wrong cant see how that goes
Roll the dice, lets see if you crap
Smell the gas and no we can't match

Written by:
frank rios

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