Christo Amp - In My Sock Freestyle

Uh, yea yea, haha (ouu)
(Ouu, ouu,ouu)
Yea, Champ, uh (what? what?)
What? (what? what?)
(I'm 'bout to lost it)
Haha, uh
Christo, you crazy
In New York where I was born (what)
Gold up on my arm (ouu)
Rockin' Ralph Lauren (ouu)
All my niggas scorin' (what?)
I ain't never borin' (nah)
You'd be entertained (yup)
Nigga, I'ma do my thang when they know my name
And these hoes wanna fuck with a real ass nigga, ouu
I ain't never trippin' I'm just sippin' on this gin n' juice (sip)
Chilin' with your boo and she be like, yea, I'm into you (ouu)
I ain't got a whip but, she top me off up in the coupe (what?)
Do what you do, young nigga, gon' do it (what?)
Passin' a blunt to my niggas that's goin' through it, uh (what?)
Drinkin' champagne with your new bae (uh, yea)
Role model, Jay-Z, drinkin' D'usse, uh
I pull up skateboard, uh (what?)
Shout out, Playboi (yea yea)
Don't hate, boy (nah, nah)(don't)(nah)
Know you lookin' at the great, boy, uh
Yea okay okay (okay)
Yea, I made this beat (made this beat)
I'mma let it bang (let it bang)
Sippin' on a liter (on a liter)
Pourin' up an eight (up an eight)
With my nigga J (what's up J)
Rollin up a J (up a J)
Chillin', low key, your bitch, she want me (ouu)
I'm Kodak, I'm Tupac (ouu), Picture Me Rollin' (ouu, ouu)
Look at my earrings', they frozen (what?)
Look at my watch, frozen (what?)
Drivin' the whip like I stole it (ouu ouu)
Looked at your bitch and stole her (ouu ouu ouu)
(Yea yea, what? what?)
Used to drive that Corolla (yea)
Now I want a Range Rover
Twenty-three, gettin' older
And still can't stop (what?)
Christo never flop (what? what?)
Christo never quit (nah)
Yea, I'm still with the shits
Bitch, I'm livin' lovely
And you know I'm puffin' tree (puffin'
Your bitch gonna suck my D
When she in my company (she suckin')
They askin' who this nigga Christo Amp (Christo Amp, yea)
It's that nigga that makes them people dance, people dance (what?)
Same nigga pullin' gwolla out his pants, out his pants (what?)
When they see me him, makin' all the bitches damp, bitches damp (ouu ouu ouu, what?)
Known to lick that pussy like a stamp, like a stamp, yea
I'm finna knock it out, bitch, I'm the Champ, I'm the Champ, yea
And she got that sweet-sweet, call it Laffy Taffy (yea)
Chilin' whit a baddie, rollin' up a fatty (yea)
Your bitch wish she had me, my weed smellin' gassy (ouu)
Got that hit from Cali, now, I need some baggies (ouu)
Weight it out, bag it up (ouu), sell it out, rack it up (ouu)
Tell a hoe nigga back up (ouu), 'cause he might get smacked up (yup)
Last year, I was chill, now, I stay in attack mode (yea yup)
And I ain't gon' chill, till I get this cash (this cash)
With a bitch with ass, and she chillin' on my lap
Way way in the back, we was smokin' on Back's'
Real shit, that's fact, real talk, no lie
We been gettin' so fly, young nigga so high
And the never go low, motherfuck the po-po
All my niggas sold dope, now, my niggas gettin' dough
Sellin' pot, weed up in my sock
Meet me on the block, by the mailbox
Champ
Hell yea, man
You know what the fuck we doin', man
This Austin, Texas, bruh
ATX, man
We really out here doin' thangs
You know what I'm sayin'?
We really out here doin' thangs
Nigga, what the fuck you doin', man?
We out here gettin' money, bro'
Straight playa
Straight playa with this shit ,man
What the fuck y'all doin', man?

Written by:
Christopher Amponsah

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