Baller of the Year (Freestyle)

[Verse 1] Wockhardt sip, uh I take a sip, uh Suck my dick, uh 50 clip, 30 clip, make it spit, uh, huh I hit that lil' bitch just like a lick, uh, huh Told her to get on her knees and come lick, uh, uh Roll on a bitch like a motherfuckin' pig, uh, huh I'm in the cut; gun, it's a stick up Brand new choppa, uh You don't want problems, uh Roll 'em goblins, uh Know how we mobbin', uh Used to rock them Robins, uh Now I rock a Givenchy, uh Put em' straight in the coffin', uh Sippin' Codeine no coughing, uh Bitch, I do it too often, uh I be dead, bitch I'm bossin', uh Like Osama Bin Laden, uh I feel like I'm a terrorist, niggas pretenders, uh, uh, uh Pull up on him and make that nigga embarrassed enough, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah Sippin' that sip, fucking yo' bitch, loading my clip up Ball like Kobe, maybe Michael, have a pick-up He on the ground, shoot him down, he need to get up Shoot him in his face, forehead brown, he can't get up, uh, ayy Bitch I feel like James Bond, 007, huh Triple 9, but if I flip that shit, go call your reverend, ayy Ballin' out, I'm switching in my adolescence R.I.P my fallen ones, you lookin' down from heaven, uh, uh Niggas' Microsoft, huh, Windows 7, huh, uh I ain't flirting, but my MAC got an 11, huh Ha, ha, yeah, I just ate on that bitch Hahaha, yeah, huh You can't fuck with me, you is a fuck nigga, huh, uh Every day I swear that I don't fuck with em' Niggas funny than a bitch, Chris Tuck niggas, uh, uh Chopper on my hip, you fake fuck-niggas, uh, uh Pourin' that lean up, nigga you know what? Nigga, I show up, uh, I done blowed up Me and wock, got the 'Tech, finna pour up If you talk, it's on go, bitch, I'm bolder, uh, ayy Juice WRLD, I'm in two worlds Ayy, fucked one bitch, I'ma go fuck two girls Go get your girl, fuck it, now that's my girl I just took your bitch, she landed in Juice WRLD, ayy Bitch I'm fly like AF1, huh, huh, huh, huh VLONE, that my AF1's, huh, huh, huh Shoutout Ski 'cause that's my Slump, huh, huh, yeah, huh Choppa on me, kill a chump, uh, uh I meditate on that bitch, boy I feel like a motherfuckin' monk, uh, uh I listen to Fallout Boy, I guess I'm just a motherfuckin' punk, ugh I listen to rock, I listen to jazz, I listen to pop, uh I pop your bitch, she pop that pussy just like a trunk, huh (Boy) I'm finna eat on this bitch, mark my word [Verse 2] Perc' 30, another Perc' 30 I pray these Percs, workin' I need the Perc' surgeon I need me a Perc' preacher, so I can have me a Perc' sermon Niggas be talkin' shit but I don't hear 'em, they just vermin Fucking yo' bitch, I hit it Off of the Xan, forget it Baby, just give me a minute I know that bitch in her feelings Lately my ex been trippin' She found out my new bitch is better than her and plus she with it, ha She with it, she with it, uh She give me the brain, like she wit' it I put a hole in yo' fitted, uh Don't talk shit about the city, uh Nigga, you not from the city, uh So I ain't showing no pity, uh I got a pretty bitch, she look like she Ricky, shoot em' in the back, no Ricky, uh, uh Transform in that—Camaro, Witwicky, uh, huh Pull up like Jack Sparrow, robbing em' for their shit like, uh, huh I need another bitch, um I hit another lick, um I'm on that other shit, um Bitch I'm a alien, off of the mothership I fuck— I fuck more bitches, then get some more money and that is because of it, uh Niggas sicker than them niggas fucking they cousin, shit, huh All I know is get this cash, run up, its bussin' bitch, uh I'm at your head, concussion, yeah There really no discussion, yeah, uh I call my gun pro-active, cause it'll get to bussin', yeah, uh Get to poppin', yeah Poppin' at yo' noggin, yeah Remember I was robbin', tryna buy a pair of Robins, yeah Used to be True Religion, true to my religion, yeah, yeah, yeah Young nigga, I was different, still whippin' in the kitchen, yeah, yeah, yeah Brother, washin' some dishes, mama come down trippin', yeah, yeah, yeah Mama, we ain't flipping, we over here cooking grits, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh That was the excuse, it wasn't grits, it was crack Used to sell it after school, uh, yeah Don't believe me? Ask your aunt, she was a fool, uh Used to get me top for—, uh, a rock or two, ha, yeah, yeah That's true story, uh I get some head from a hot 'cause she didn't wanna pay for the glory, uh That sound kinda sick, I admit, I still did that shit, huh Young and rich, don't give a shit, still young and ignorant, yeah, um, um My brother was a trap king, king My girl is a trap queen, queen Turn this LA to the trap-ing, -ing Beverly Hills is my trap-ing I remember boolin' over east, east With that 30 in that .40, I'm a beast, beast I remember when them niggas was shootin' at me, me I had to shoot back, like Kobe with that 3, -e (Boy) Got that nini in that bitch, really on pre-heat No Chicago, but I'm ballin' like the Meanstreets You Stevie Wonder to my shit, you could never see me I'm reality, you a dream, you can never be me Told her beat it, Michael Jackson, seen, like Toni Braxton In the kitchen cookin', I'm just rappin' bout' that action I know niggas really clappin' shit, and pistol packing You need an Oscar from the way that y'all niggas be acting I'ma ona, and then, ha, that's on God, ha [Verse 3] (Boy) (I just told Richie we rich) I just told Richie to be rich, huh I told a ho, "Suck a dick," uh Pull up on me, you get hit, um I got my hand on the stick Don't give a fuck about shit, uh Everyday I'm getting in, huh Everyday I'm getting rich, uh I might pull up on a Benz Sippin' that Codeine, these niggas know me, these niggas ain't on shit, huh Pull up on him, with a new gun, fuck, all on red, uh Pull up on him, with a new gun, fuck his face with it, uh I get cash, I get cash, baby I'm super rich, um Freestyle all day Free smoke, free smoke, uh Your life is a gun range Pull up on em' like Call Of Duty, got the Uzi, no gun game I pull up like Call Of Duty, but it ain't no lag on me I ball like 2k shawty, bounce on my balls, the two pay shorty Kick, Push, Lupe, shorty, six shoes on me like Flu Game, shorty This niggas too lame, shorty On God, hahaha