JayDot 74 - Pow Freestyle

Dizzot started in the trap
Playing with guns just tryin to get racks
Told the lil bitch I can't hit from the back
Unless she trynna hold my gun in her bag
Biting my shit lil nigga I'm yo dad
Dont fuck with no swisher they burn too fast
Spook doing hits in a car with no tags
My Glock like to sing he think he jay cash
Member me and Pito was cracking them cards
Now I'm focused on rap trynna go real far
Can't tote no chop cuz the shit too large
Smoking on tree got a nigga on mars
Get put in a hole for not playing yo part
Strips all blue like the hair on marge
We like to end shit so please don't start
He pull on the street we got shoot up his car
Ayyyee
Hit da hoe once then I'm dumping that bitch
I might let her suck on the dick
Grabbing the metal like I'm jumping the fence
Freee wop 17 in the clip
On the road all night nah we aint going in
Always outside like a tent
Step by myself ion need no friends
But I still spin shit with my twin
Running that cash up
Glock make a fuck nigga back up
Give her 2 pumps asthma
Money turn a freak lil bitch to a dancer
This stick up music put ya hands up
You aint having no paper lil nigga get ya bands up
Plug just called I'm like yessah
Get the p's off stash the racks in the dresser
I been ina field been doing this shit
Glizz shoot like he hooping n shit
Hakunah Mattatta I aint worried bout shit
Aye I put all my trust in my clip
Aye I put all my dick in yo bitch
Niggas be cap they aint really on shit
Freee Wop freee Maze all my dawgs In the pin
Talking bout love told da bitch she silly
Only love 100's and 50's
We so strong make a nigga do the shimmy
Don't fw no lean or henny
Nah I aint grip but I'm rolling with 60
And he in the back with a semi
Talking bout guns lil bitch we got plenty
Glocks sing like Bobby and Whitney

Written by:
Jay Mason

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