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Shabazz PBG

"Freestyle (What Now?)"

[Verse]
I can't count on n*ggas
I had to count up them racks
Walk 'round with a chop like Iraq
I was trappin' before all this rap sh*t
These n*ggas ain't on nothin'
Fifty round on me, who bluffin'?
Bake a n*gga like a cake or a muffin
Catch a n*gga broad day and we rush him
I snuck in the club with the .380
He watching me, I f*cked his lady
She can't get no more di*k, she too lazy
My young b*tch tryna have my baby
Switch it up, I had to switch it up
'Cause these n*ggas, they gon' eat it up
Walk in the club with the heater tucked
Let a n*gga play, I'ma f*ck him up
If he got a block, we gon' spin that sh*t
I just bought a Glock with a rubber grip (f*ck it up)
Illiterate F and it's stuttering
Slime a n*gga out with my brother 'nem (b*tch)
Yeah, we gon' wipe a n*gga nose (Wipe)
AR pistol and it fold (Woo)
I just snuck a Draco in the show (Okay)
Why that n*gga call me bro? (Lil' b*tch)
He ain't know I was f*ckin' his ho (On that b*tch)
Right there, had to trap on Barney
Hit a n*gga with an offbeat, RIP
Off like half of these sixes, straight Oxy
These n*ggas don't know what to do
Hop out the coupe and I shoot
These n*ggas know they can't win
All these n*ggas know it's loose
All these b*tches know it's Trues (b*tch)
I just walked in Jimmy Choo
Whole major slide out the roof
They know it's crazy but it's true
My traphouse sticking like glue
You can't pull up for one, I need two
In Givenchy, n*gga, I'm a troop
I put Valentino on my shoe (On my b*tch)
I would be mad at me too
If I woke up and was you
But I cannot switcharoo
If I can't f*ck your b*tch, alley-oop (Throw her up)
Switch it up like Jordan
Twenty-three on me, I'm scoring
Got your b*tch callin' me 4 in the morning
I can't f*ck that b*tch, she boring (Lil' b*tch)
Off of them Percocets
I fell asleep in the middle of texting
I just f*cked your b*tch, I ain't tryna f*ck no more
I hit her best friend
I told auntie tell the doctor up milligrams
'Cause I cannot get high off a ten (I need thirty)
I'm jammin', spendin' them racks on your b*tch like I'm scammin'
These n*ggas, they keep talkin' like I won't spin they block
These Glocks came with everything but a thirty shot
I got fifty these n*ggas, let's play filthy
I got two Glocks, that's a hundred
If I get one more than that's one fifty, b*tch

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