Freestyle Songtext
von 50/50 Twin

Aww shit
I feel like shinin′ to this
Yeah
Ayy

When you see them rims shinin', you see them gems shinin′
Customized piece on them black diamonds
Ayy, you could say I'm big timin'
This Lil Jay, just say I′m big timin′
You see them rims shinin', you see them gems blindin′
Customized piece, you see the black diamonds
Ooh, you could say I'm big timin′
I'm Lil Jay, but hey, I′m big timin'


Niggas know the name, they already know the frame
Sittin' heavy in a Chevy spittin′ game
See your dame gettin′ brain, I'm just doin′ my thang
You just losin' the game, I′m just winnin' the race
Independent, no finish, ′cause you can't compete
I'm the Mo City elite, sittin′ on top of my feet
21S, 22s, and I just can′t lose
I'm in the game hardheaded like I got somethin′ to prove
You niggas got it all and I ain't got nothin′
Click please, I been ridin' ′round the city on bunnies
Trick please, bitch please, these bitches gon' please
Pimp game with ease, I'm just gettin′ my cheese
Took some time off, but you be damned
If you think my fuckin′ rhymes soft
Your fuckin' mind off, I′ma let the grind off
And get back up on the rap stage
Runnin' this rap game, leave you niggas in a rap maze
I′ma trap the trap niggas in trap days
Leave these niggas trapped for days like that's the way
The bastards say they had to get away
′Cause Lil Jay was back at it and they was mad at me
I had to spray 'cause it's too many bullets in the gun
You got bullets, but ain′t none in your fuckin′ gun
You better fuckin' run when I come to town
′Cause I'm shuttin′ shit down and I'm startin′ right now
I'm finna take this shit back to the S.U.C
And let you see how G's supposed to be
Started this pimp shit back in ′93
Them niggas I respect collectively
H-A-dub-K, Big Po-Yo, Mo-Yo
Lil Keke, 3-2, and the whole crew
What the fuck you gon′ do? Legendary like Screw
When I chop your block with them rocks, run up on you
Niggas know it's real pimpin′ when they see these four wheels
Women standin' on my side and I′m walkin' with the pride
Got the heart of a lion and a chip on my shoulder
Clip in the holster, nigga, I done told you
You fuckin′ with the 'lique, nigga, when I run up on you
I'm cooler than the cola, got more coke than a coaler
Nigga, I done told you that it′s white as a polar
Motherfuckin′ G, original street soldier
Maintainin' my composure, steady blowin′ the doja
Niggas tryna test me, let's see where they gon′ be
In another year from now, they won't get a tear from now
I′ma crush these niggas like a beer can and shut 'em down