DOTS FREESTYLE (REMIX)

I stuff a Glock in my bitch pocket (hey) Bitch stop it, skinny nigga, big papi (hey) You put the pedal to metal we go Nicki Minaj (huh) One deep, baby, you can't top it (brrat) 5'9", with the stick, I look like Big Papi I keep a shotty, bottom bitches nah harm me How could I not be everything you copy? Huh I killed rock, now I'm sending bullets at you zombies You never haunt me (hah), niggas tried to Vietnam me (yeah) But I've been playing with pistols since you watching Toonami (yeah) I'm not a rapper, I'm white trash in a mocha body Ain't no career, I'm just hoping Madonna adopts me (facts) I get it popping, fuck Rock, bump Pop (brrat) I put the stock in, I'm scheming, I'm not plottin' (heh) These niggas steppin' to me, end up Gianni Versace'd, nigga Say, say Do a feature for what? Bro, I been dyin' to kick it I'm too big for my britches, I'm too rich for these bitches Rich in spirit, not in wealth, nigga, don't get it confused, you feel me? Again, do a feature for what? (like, what the fuck, for what?) And you know that I'm afraid of everything Written like a girl who stuck her heart away And you know that I'm afraid of everything Baby like a ghost in the night Oh yeah, keep goin', baby Make me cry, nigga, like, make me fuckin' cry Make me fuckin' cry We talkin' about this story, I'm 'bout to fuckin' cry We talkin' about this story, I'm 'bout to fuckin' cry