2AM FREESTYLE!
[Verse]
It's the chick who all the bad bitches glare apon
Fans catchin every line I throw like they barry bonds
Run a rapper out his city like a marathon
Make his mom swan ton bomb on the paragon
She think i’m fine and I don’t even got mascara on
Now we out in Paris on the mountain she got married on
Cop a verse, where the beat you wan' get carried on?
Couldn’t bear upon 'em thinkin brokie playin fair, they wrong
I got internals like whats under my skin
My brother my kin, I got more guap than you, you not him
Not an option but “win”
Just copped a plot of lot wit my twin
Thats daki, we been runnin from the jakes likе we finn
I'm basically “him”
That ain’t my gender tho
What I got insidе my pants is money
Bitch don’t be federal
Just copped a house in LA
But damn is my credit low
I'm buildin slow, yo hoe toes on my genitals
I flow like the ocean but my bars hard as metal tho
She ask me bout my chain, which one? I got several
Rappers in discord sendin letters so petty
They think they better n its sendin me like “bitch, check general”
Do a beat like its edible
My flow on whatever, bro
I’ll hit whatevers sent to me, how could I be hetero?
I'm rich cuz I'm cleaver, dope, never lost hope
Better off broke, cuz more I need the money more I’m makin the chops go
Boom boom boom
Just like the vengaboys in '98
Defined the greats as mine to take
The place of, fuck a paystub, they playin my tapes like sega, my pockets mega, my comments callin me a beta, I can’t debate ya
Too busy stackin dirty paper, these rappers faker, then jays i had back in the bay was, the homie sent brokie an open “how long It's gon' take ya?” I sent it day of, i’m stackin money like its jenga
All day I stay up, from 8pm to when the days up
I almost gave up reversed the worst i been in 8 months, I got my cake up, gettin my license on the way up, doors open separate ways up, like issa break up lil bitch issbrokie
It's the chick who all the bad bitches glare apon
Fans catchin every line I throw like they barry bonds
Run a rapper out his city like a marathon
Make his mom swan ton bomb on the paragon
She think i’m fine and I don’t even got mascara on
Now we out in Paris on the mountain she got married on
Cop a verse, where the beat you wan' get carried on?
Couldn’t bear upon 'em thinkin brokie playin fair, they wrong
I got internals like whats under my skin
My brother my kin, I got more guap than you, you not him
Not an option but “win”
Just copped a plot of lot wit my twin
Thats daki, we been runnin from the jakes likе we finn
I'm basically “him”
That ain’t my gender tho
What I got insidе my pants is money
Bitch don’t be federal
Just copped a house in LA
But damn is my credit low
I'm buildin slow, yo hoe toes on my genitals
I flow like the ocean but my bars hard as metal tho
She ask me bout my chain, which one? I got several
Rappers in discord sendin letters so petty
They think they better n its sendin me like “bitch, check general”
Do a beat like its edible
My flow on whatever, bro
I’ll hit whatevers sent to me, how could I be hetero?
I'm rich cuz I'm cleaver, dope, never lost hope
Better off broke, cuz more I need the money more I’m makin the chops go
Boom boom boom
Just like the vengaboys in '98
Defined the greats as mine to take
The place of, fuck a paystub, they playin my tapes like sega, my pockets mega, my comments callin me a beta, I can’t debate ya
Too busy stackin dirty paper, these rappers faker, then jays i had back in the bay was, the homie sent brokie an open “how long It's gon' take ya?” I sent it day of, i’m stackin money like its jenga
All day I stay up, from 8pm to when the days up
I almost gave up reversed the worst i been in 8 months, I got my cake up, gettin my license on the way up, doors open separate ways up, like issa break up lil bitch issbrokie