Bad$cene, R0bbin - DRIVE-THRU FREESTYLE

Bitch that aint my name
Call my by my government
I tell you get the train
Fuck up out the spot
If you ain't runnin w the gang
That's just how the ball bounce
On some boss shit
Hit the pound call my dawgs out
Take a walk
Its diff rules round here
You come round
You gon need a visa
Said her name lisa
When she come
Hit it raw thats
Bitch number one
Hoe two comin later
Fo she leave I make her cum
Thats 451 mama
Drop it like its hot
2 B drop
Then we gotta hit the spot
Baby run some brain
For the gang
Street walkers
She gon run brain
Keep me fed
Move em like the
Walkin dead
When I move thru silent
We don't get shook
We don't book it from no sirens
Mob ties
They be movin on timing
Get a boy bucked
Then we on stage wyldin
Yo A that's peace
Is we ridin
Link me in the 65
Fire in booth
Man I been up
Ever since a jit
Shit ever since my pockets
Had lint and a couple rupees
To buy some ice pops
Now im a microphone fiend
Got a studio in my bag
Anyplace any time I let the mic drop
St Josephs 3rd St
Where the goons at
(Magane gothallva)
Fuck around hit pound
And get your shit popped
65 new rhymes
Speak mind no lies b city
DJ boys will get you
Chopped up
Not on no gang shit
But ill get you banged quick
yeah
I'm a petty mofucker
Bitch back up
Look at me the wrong way
Specially on a bad day shit
Ill take on two of yall
With no backup
Get smacked up
But I ain't one to start shit
I'm the nicest mofucker
Till you act up (swear)
That's just me tho
And I bet you ain't gon see
Another out here

Written by:
Aryan Suraj, Mark Thomas

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