Skip Dover & Queens Bully - Day 18 (Freestyle)

Last night, last night
Yo, yo, last night
Last night they caught Tony in his Caddy, lacking
I wasn't there, but I'm still glad it happened
And my insomnia's my only witness
Quote these scriptures, corona ain't the only sickness
I told you bitches
Now I've got to load the Smith and Wesson
About to learn this little lesson about these weapons
I'm getting neck and playing Tekken
You want that Tesla, need that Testa Rossa
This money cracked the seams in my jeans
Black the Beam, red the Rover
I'm a test it if she text come over
She get a check to rock that Fashion Nova
Pussy popping, breasts all stretched out on my leather sofa
I'm never sober
Grape leaves, suede sleeves, leather shoulders
Skeet shooting in Gilgo Beach, I'm next to no one
Smell like clean money, bills don't crease, pleasant aroma
Sorry baby girl, we can't get any closer
I'm in and out, then it's over
Uh, getting some's better than none
Twenty-one minutes of fun, make you cum, get up then run
My heart beats like a drum, it weighs a ton
I rise with the sun, gripping my guns
Kiss my ass, you're a teachers pet, dawg
Lay that AR on the floor and it'll reach your neck, breathe in death
I'm smoking ether, now I need some neck, need some rest
Who needs some Tech, cause we're the refs
Uh
No lie, I really got that
All these suckers fronting they're pumping, you need to stop that
Make a mess where my block at, tell my young-ins to mop that
This is an automatic, it don't cock back
And the block's still hot in the wintertime
Got 5 to drop on a watch, in the nick of time
I ain't smoking nicks no more, West Flower, smoking The Villain
Throwing these Williams, they're going to have to throw me in prison
In the BM, backup camera's never been used
Back up, knife in my back, but I sewed it back up
I don't need no back up, wait for him to get back up
I was down now I'm back up
Break it down, roll the pack up
Pack loud as the fart of a fat trucker, you whack fucker
Your whole image is lackluster, you lack structure
I stack hundreds in bags brother, these fags suffer

Written by:
Skip Dover

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