Freestyle
[Intro]
Tallslime with more Banddupp shit n***a you know it's a banger
(Hey yo Sam, you fucking with that Banddup shit?)
Hey Mob Banddup this shit hit n***a, fuck you talking about?
[Verse]
My n***as got my back we ain't going for nothing
They ain't coming through so we pushing them buttons
This shit ain't finished they know how I'm coming
And we tryna drill shit we doing plumbing
Just had nothing, I turned it to something
Jefe down [?] get it in by the bundle
Me and Twin see a opp shit get to dumping
(.26 rolling [?])
No I won't change on my brothers
Yeah I love Giz and my motherfucking brothers
Don't give a fuck for a father or mother
Spinning so much that we burned out the rubber
N***as be bitches and just be deprived
Do anything getting forced to slide
Jump in that water your shoes may be tied
Shots out that Glock need more than peroxide
Uh, uh, [?] that's my motherfucking man
We [?] yeah we come from the sand
Fucking with Littles you know I keep blam
He know I be stepping I stay in my jam
I'm from the Z but I thug with the 7th
Book me a flight I'll hit me a scam
[?] better I ain't smoking no [?]
Losing lil' Ahk in this shit wasn't planned
I'm not a rapper might blow up a fan
[?] thugging I'm serving it in
Might spin a bend with my Cali' man (Hey SD)
And we get it in by the load
We get it in and we getting it sold
N***as be bitches and hoes
Glock 22 rolling uh, taking his soul, uh
And I gotta pour up a four
[?] on my ass I gotta get low
Can't sleep in the house, monkey at my door
Keep [?] on my dick ain't breaking no code
Yeah we back to the basics
Glock 22 rolling chase him
Digital dash switching lanes while I'm racing
Pushing the whip getting head while I'm facing
Fishing the opps and I'm riding in tints
Spanking this glizzy he jumping the fence
Won't catch me loafing I'm jamming off Fent'
Keep coming through and you better get some sense
Uh, you n***as be cutting up, you n***as be sweet, you n***as be buttercup
I don't want you bitches you bitches be fucked up
I hit me some licks and now I gotta run it up
And I gotta give it to [?]
And I ain't even [?]
N***as be dick-riding want me to fall
Shoutout [?] running them halls, uh uh
Yeah I know n***as be fishing
You n***as won't catch me slipping
I know you n***as wanna get up with me
(Push up on me I'ma shoot 'til it's empty)
I'm not a rapper I'm just fucking it up
Push up on me and I bet it's gon' tuck
We had to miss him it was just by luck
You said that you started it we finished it
N***as ain't real tryna get down to business
I'm sliming you out and I'm not on no friendly shit
Get up on my man give him a hit stick
Yeah you n***as' life on the clock
And he try to run get knocked out his socks
And yeah it cooldown 'cause I'm on the box
And we move militant right on the Yo block
Uh, uh, nah we ain't ducking no opps
Them n***as ain't bend no they shoot from afar
We walking them down and push up on the car
That n***a [?], [?]
I'm sipping on Tris', ain't sipping no Par
I'm [?]
[?] the men they know who we are
Four deep in the whip we got 'bout six Glocks
Uh, uh, bitch it's the murder [?] we gotta switch spots
Keep fucking with bitches then we get the drop
And I get the picture the bitch getting cropped
We don't give a fuck who you are
We only be ducking them cops
I had to hit me some moves baby pop-up shop
Your man from 5 went [?]
And we get them pints in
Backdoor Con Artist me and Twin take shit
Hit us a move, and we got them crates in
Glock 17 to his face from the three like Jeremy Lin
[?] put you in a blend
Dick-riding the opps and tryna be my friend
I know what to do I'ma put you in a blend
You gon' fuck with this bitch and your shit getting sent
[Outro]
Fuck with that bitch and your shit getting sent, uh
Me and Twin really take shit n***a
You know I'm-I'm a Backdoor Con Artist n***a, I'm thugging forever
Thugging forever shit don't stop people do
Tallslime with more Banddupp shit n***a you know it's a banger
(Hey yo Sam, you fucking with that Banddup shit?)
Hey Mob Banddup this shit hit n***a, fuck you talking about?
[Verse]
My n***as got my back we ain't going for nothing
They ain't coming through so we pushing them buttons
This shit ain't finished they know how I'm coming
And we tryna drill shit we doing plumbing
Just had nothing, I turned it to something
Jefe down [?] get it in by the bundle
Me and Twin see a opp shit get to dumping
(.26 rolling [?])
No I won't change on my brothers
Yeah I love Giz and my motherfucking brothers
Don't give a fuck for a father or mother
Spinning so much that we burned out the rubber
N***as be bitches and just be deprived
Do anything getting forced to slide
Jump in that water your shoes may be tied
Shots out that Glock need more than peroxide
Uh, uh, [?] that's my motherfucking man
We [?] yeah we come from the sand
Fucking with Littles you know I keep blam
He know I be stepping I stay in my jam
I'm from the Z but I thug with the 7th
Book me a flight I'll hit me a scam
[?] better I ain't smoking no [?]
Losing lil' Ahk in this shit wasn't planned
I'm not a rapper might blow up a fan
[?] thugging I'm serving it in
Might spin a bend with my Cali' man (Hey SD)
And we get it in by the load
We get it in and we getting it sold
N***as be bitches and hoes
Glock 22 rolling uh, taking his soul, uh
And I gotta pour up a four
[?] on my ass I gotta get low
Can't sleep in the house, monkey at my door
Keep [?] on my dick ain't breaking no code
Yeah we back to the basics
Glock 22 rolling chase him
Digital dash switching lanes while I'm racing
Pushing the whip getting head while I'm facing
Fishing the opps and I'm riding in tints
Spanking this glizzy he jumping the fence
Won't catch me loafing I'm jamming off Fent'
Keep coming through and you better get some sense
Uh, you n***as be cutting up, you n***as be sweet, you n***as be buttercup
I don't want you bitches you bitches be fucked up
I hit me some licks and now I gotta run it up
And I gotta give it to [?]
And I ain't even [?]
N***as be dick-riding want me to fall
Shoutout [?] running them halls, uh uh
Yeah I know n***as be fishing
You n***as won't catch me slipping
I know you n***as wanna get up with me
(Push up on me I'ma shoot 'til it's empty)
I'm not a rapper I'm just fucking it up
Push up on me and I bet it's gon' tuck
We had to miss him it was just by luck
You said that you started it we finished it
N***as ain't real tryna get down to business
I'm sliming you out and I'm not on no friendly shit
Get up on my man give him a hit stick
Yeah you n***as' life on the clock
And he try to run get knocked out his socks
And yeah it cooldown 'cause I'm on the box
And we move militant right on the Yo block
Uh, uh, nah we ain't ducking no opps
Them n***as ain't bend no they shoot from afar
We walking them down and push up on the car
That n***a [?], [?]
I'm sipping on Tris', ain't sipping no Par
I'm [?]
[?] the men they know who we are
Four deep in the whip we got 'bout six Glocks
Uh, uh, bitch it's the murder [?] we gotta switch spots
Keep fucking with bitches then we get the drop
And I get the picture the bitch getting cropped
We don't give a fuck who you are
We only be ducking them cops
I had to hit me some moves baby pop-up shop
Your man from 5 went [?]
And we get them pints in
Backdoor Con Artist me and Twin take shit
Hit us a move, and we got them crates in
Glock 17 to his face from the three like Jeremy Lin
[?] put you in a blend
Dick-riding the opps and tryna be my friend
I know what to do I'ma put you in a blend
You gon' fuck with this bitch and your shit getting sent
[Outro]
Fuck with that bitch and your shit getting sent, uh
Me and Twin really take shit n***a
You know I'm-I'm a Backdoor Con Artist n***a, I'm thugging forever
Thugging forever shit don't stop people do