Youngsaucyjayy - Manifest Freestyle

What you mean?
What yo hands like?!
Shut the fuck up
Now! What y'all wanna do?
She call me daddy like parents & shit
That's apparent as shit
Then she copy my lingo
Like parrots & shit
& she wearing my shit
Wit no care in the world
I don't text her back fast
Till I hop in the jag
Then I tell her I'm occupied
With other girls
I been lifting this shit
Wit no fingers & shit
I been sipping this lean
Got me leaning & shit
Boy we scheming & shit
Got me dreaming & shit
Boy I went from top 5
To top 3 in this bitch
Hope a nigga don't test
Stick on me like Gretzky
I bought me a chop
With the beam on that bitch
100 rounds get you stretched
Boy we leaving a mess
Like we hooping lil nigga
Bro got em a tech
He be shooting lil niggas
I'm proving lil niggas
The script got 1k
Like I'm Rueben lil nigga
My pockets a canyon
It's holding the cannon
Put one in his back like stop moving lil nigga
I stay out the way, but I do this lil nigga
Go stupid lil baby
I cop the Mercedes
1 band in the left
My right holding the 80
Throw bullets like brady
I'm saucy like gravy
It's angels & demons
My shit going crazy
They versing each other
I'm feeling like wavvy
My pockets a sumo
I'm hotter than you know
I took her to Mars
Now she calling me Bruno
I bust on yo bitch
You applauding the kid
I'm spitting like rabies
& dogging like Cujo
We spot the lil nigga
Red dot the lil nigga
J bans get to popping them niggas
Lil nigga I'm vibing
I been on my bully
You know that I'm wise
The switch in the hoodie
I bust her goodies
She taste just like caviar
Red head lil shawty, ride like a car
She know that saucy a superstar
I played that one hoe
Like a new guitar
Bitch I'm best & I hang wit the bestes
Bought her a necklace
Choppa get reckless
It's getting hectic
I'm finna make it, boy I manifest it
Made an investment
This is a message
Nigga talk down
We send up to heaven
My niggas tweaking
Send him reverend
You is a deadman
He gon behead him
New Mac 11
Shit holding 30
Hole in 2 nigga I got me a birdie
I dub a hoe if she acting to flirty
Won't think bout it twice
Cause these bitches is dirty
I keep my shit clean
Like a new pair of forces
My niggas be ballin', like 96 Jordan
These niggas be watching
But never supporting
I know that they sleep
Wake em up like god morning
Bullets caress
When I Aim for the chest
But I aim for the neck
If that boy got a vest
If it's only head up
Then them shots hit his head
Like we rubbing a pet
That boy got a headache
Like go get the medic
He popping sum meddies
My niggas on eddies
5k are you ready
10k holding steady
We got us sum hoes
I lost count, it's too many

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