CloutGodT - Pennywise Freestyle (CGTmix)

I was down bad, way in the gutter
I was done bad, way in the gutter
I had enough, I had to run up (I had enough, had to run up)
Swear to my momma, yeah, her son up (swear to my momma, yeah, her son up)
Yeah, yeah yeah
I was down bad, way in the gutter
I was done bad, way in the gutter
I had enough, I had to run up (I had enough, had to run up)
Swear to my momma, yeah, her son up (swear to my momma, yeah, her son up)
(Yeah, yeah!)
I'm getting Guap, I don't need a visa
So much Guap, my fingers turned green, and
She giving top, just like she teethless
I'm at the top, I feel like I'm peaking
I get it hot, I'm changing the season
When my shit drop, I got em all fiendin'
Her jaw on lock, yeah she a eater
Ain't loving thots, ain't cuffing no skeezer
I'm in the spot, got bitches screaming
I got a glock, if he start reaching
Pop at a opp, until he stop breathing
Yo shit a flop, you might as well leak it
Even when shit get hard I still be cheesing
I'm a CloutGod I can't hang with no demons, wait
And I make it look easy, that's why these niggas be plotting and scheming, wait
Imma grind till I'm finished
Came from the mud, I don't got no more limits
Aiming so high that you can't see my vision
I heard em doubting, it's bout time I should end it
Yeah, nigga, I mind my own business
I eat the kitty like Popeyes chicken
When I get finished I'm finger licking
Kung fu runtz got my blunts hitting
Come through, anything you want, I get it
Car with the trunk in the front, I get it
Ten ton bag full of funds, I get it
It don't even got no ones up in it
Try me if you want, nigga, T don't play
Crossing my street, better look both ways
Got my nut off in a new bitch aye
But she best friends with my old bitch, wait
I need a little more money
I need a little less honeys
It's crazy how everyone want me
Watch em hop on my wave like bunnies
Where was y'all when I was bummy?
Niggas was hungry
Holding my tummy
Shit so bad, couldn't laugh, wasn't funny
Home invasion, me and bro started running
Play yo cards right, can't afford to be dummies
Paid for this ice, nigga, check out my diamonds
Ever since I got a check I been wylin'
Prayed for these blessings when I was still grindin', now ain't no more days where my momma not smilin'
(That's real)
(For real)
(For real, for real, for real)
Pull up on on ya bitch, like I'm Hurricane Chris, oversized white tee, huh, ay bay bay
She gon suck dick, like a nigga poisoned, on her knees, but lil shawty don't pray pray pray
If a nigga try me, then I come, pull up with a beam, bet the shotty make em shake shake shake
If a nigga wanna try me imma hop out with the beam, and I let the bitch spray spray spray

Written by:
Tyler Jackson

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