Vee1k - No Latch (Freestyle)

Velour tell them stop playing Man
At your noggin about them band Bands
Boot was clear never sand Tan
Bomb stashed by the trash Can
Bags of pressure call it gas Land
Green bar super sand Xan
My n**** a rob you no Van Dam
Chef chopping salmon and Lamb
We was trapping out the Grand Am
Every day finessing Uncle Sam
Country boy hit em with that Wham
Fulton county slanger that I Am
N**** posted trapping gram for Gram
N***** pigs and I don’t f*** with Ham
Lie don’t care who tell it I don’t give a D***
So much flav cup runneth Over
You won’t catch me hanging with a Bustas
Insure da gang stay free from Suckas
Stay down we gone feed each Other
Bag a M then go bag Another
Rack racing n**** burning Rubber
Your b**** a tell you I’m that Motha*****
Confused ooooo thinking I’m her Lover
Naw baby can’t be That
Simple dog play get Whacked
Vee come with none but Facts
Warren dog I’m at a Sack
Click Clack keep it Attached
I don't even use the Latch
I ain't doing no arguing Back
Know I’m off the Rippler
Add it figure Flipper
Streets cold a make you Shiver
Currency flow like Rivers
Mmm I remember bussing my first strap n**** young Middle
Popping like you got h*** but your main b**** ain’t worth a McGriddle
Too Solid to Fold can’t join the gang cause you too Brittle
Dropping A1 fish scale know you got a little room to Wiggle
Macking with my cheese so I’m hitting all the h*** with a Riddle
These n***** sweet Skittles
Want beef watch me Giggle
Hmmm Swear it got me Tickled
Oooo dog I’m laughing at That
We don’t go out bad naw Jack
Had to tell your h** to fall Back
N***** whack & ducks gone Quack
And that s*** there for the Birds
We was slanging off the Curb
Green light say what’s the Word

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