lispook - Freestyle!! Lyrics

Oh boy, Swift on the beat
He ain't makin' love, but it got put up on fire
He keep flashin' his shit, take him down for his time
Don't come over here, try be somethin' you're not

Kick it, this is my game, then we wipin' the snot
Stop out with the glock, the hoe come with the dog
You can't hang in the city, my gang get it hot
Park it in the wood, bro, got left at the lot

We ain't taxin' for shit, got my wrist in the pot
He ain't shit in the field, that lil' boy just a bot
I been movin' around, I'm afraid I don't get got
He flippin' bows in the trap like the man

You know Lil' Dan off a perc, got the stick in his hand
He get the drop, he gon' need a new band
He in the joint, know he sound like a band
He in the J, know he throw up a four

Had to walk the boy down, know we up in the sco
Hit him up, he got smoked like a joe
Niggas stay on the dis, but I'm tappin' his hoe
Can't see a opp anywhere, ain't gettin' tapped

Got the glock on my hip with the chop on my lap
I'm just talkin, I really don't rap
Hit him up, he got shot in the gap
Walk him down, let the glock meet his back

Park the whip, run him down, nigga, this not a tracc
Got lil' boy, tried to move and got hit with that flatt
Drop a dis, get it hot, spark a wood with Lil' Dak
Can't see a opp anywhere, know the fool, he gon' talk

Gotta stay on my feet, can't get put in no hurse
Ain't gotta stay on my feet, can't get put in the ground
Spin that block with a chop, feel a lil, it's at least 100 rounds
The niggas duckin, they know we're in town

I give me a ho, set him up, leave him lost and I'm found
And dump a four off the glock
He come through the beat, think he steppin, get put in the box
She's f*ckin' with us, we on top

I call up my bitch, she gon' send me a f*ck, nigga, drop
I clear the whole scene with a mop
Please do not run up on me for anything that we box
And my young niggas spin like a clock

And we takin' you down for your whippin
Please do not run up on me for anything that you steppin
It's a glock on my hip and I listen
Say that they smokin, the air nigga better address it

And he run up on me, I ain't wrestlin
I do not f*ck with no school, who the f*ck is you testin
And I like me a black cause I'm stressin
And I got you my opps in my wood, who the f*ck is you pressin'