Freestyle Songtext
von FT

Yo
LA
106 shit on that LA Familia (on a gang shit)
(FGO) we in the building now
And I don′t give a fuck who comes after us
You feel me? (You feel me?) Huh?

They hate to see me win
Tell these motherfuckers, "Step up" (step up)
I'm getting to this money while you motherfuckers step up (step up)
A waist to the top, tell these motherfuckers, "Catch up" (catch up)

I′m blinded by the bullshit, ugly hos can't connect up (ah)
Migos gettin' mad (what?)
Got bitches in they feelings (say what?)
Migos throwin′ jabs (say what?)

I still don′t even feel them (okay)
I sip so much codeine, 'cause nigga I′m the illest (the illest)
Yo' bitch suck in my dick, she look up, say that I′m the realest (eh)
Me, I'm in the building, smokin′ fillies, drinking Ritmy


Got a couple thot bitches whoring off of the Henny
She tryna fuck with me, and this shit 'cause she know we're winning (we′re wining)
Bitches come and go like that money that I be spending (ay)
If my nigga wanna fuck the bitch, I let him hit it (I let him hit)

He′s an overpriced boy and never is plenty (never)
Migos got salty over hos, I was hitting (ah)
And it ain't my fault she fuckin′ with whoever, I hit winning (hit winning)
Pay the bull, I feel like a boogie up in the Henny (okay)

Pretty fly the flow, got flamingo, feeling genie (say genie)
I drop bombs like Kyrie on Kory for Korda Andy (damn)
Flow so silly, got rappers lookin' silly (ay)
There′s money to be made, I like sippin' on champagne (champagne)

I can′t wait to get signed and buy the Audi R8
Matt Black to be exact, I still keep that 30 (say what?)
And I ride around your city, nuker, with no worries (it's my-)
I'm a cold motherfucker, don′t hang around with no suckers (nah)

I pick that crack, now the feds lookin′ for us (they're lookin′)
I'm a rebel in the streets (say what?) I play the chopper, get free (aye)
I ride around, middle finger to the poli′
Still sayin', "Fuck Trump," ′til that fucker gets impeached (fucker)


Breakin' all families, how the fuck you supposed to eat? (Damn)
Bad enough for the politics, the news feeds are nonsense
We're in the middle of a crisis on our southern border
I still cook crack, cocaine in mama′s kitchen

Never love one bitch, I always keep her mistress (always)
Bitch holds like my clothes, bad bitches, dime holes
I love a fat ass, but she got a ass, I′m pretty dope
Yeah, I'm from the six, and the opps don′t want no beef (nah)

Only like a million of the ones who roll with me
I die for my set, real and soul on the east

Humble beast