Mistletoe Freestyle

[Verse] Today, I'm on my grind Just like the sun I shine I freestyle better than any nigga, I swear I'm droppin 'dimes I feel like Rondo, I fuck your bitch up in Congos Talking that shit 'til I run through the 6 with that choppa, shoot you up like Toronto Fuckin' yo' bitch, let her mom know Then I put dick in her mom, ho' Yeah, I just fucked yo' mom, ho' You ain't on shit-dotcom, ho' Freestyle on my sessions, uh Bitch, I'm a motherfuckin' blessin', uh Hand on my Smith & Wesson, uh Best believe I'm the best-est, uh Fresh to death, no asbestos, uh I use my gun as my weapon, uh 20 years old and I'm young as fuck, still in my adolescence, uh AP on my wrist, huh Cameraman tryna catch the flick Run up you get hit, huh Flick a nigga like I'm ridin' the bike All these bitches on me just like a tick Talkin' stupid, nigga, you don't exist R. Kelly got my bars ready, on that bitch knees, you know I 'm finna piss, ah Ya dig? Trix are not for kids, huh I'm runnin' in yo' crib, poppin' the Molly, no Lil' Bill, huh Choppa on the windowsill, huh You finna die to live, huh Nigga, I'm gettin' rich, huh That's just how it is, it's just me and my nigga Seez' You see him on the keys All I do is get cash all day, Stephen Curry when I shoot for three Fuck nigga get away from me These niggas are laughin' to my face then they pray for me, I don't really got shit to say, G, uh Got my cash up, tell a fuck nigga, catch up, hit a stain on 'em, no ketchup That nigga need backup Ho's thinkin' they attack us, I'm in the cut with a weapon I got my new Smith & Wesson That bitch a thotty, she bussin' I fucked that bitch and her cousin, then I act like it's nothin' Thanksgiving with the glizzy, put a .30 in it like this shit's stuffin' Shorty say she pregnant, told her I ain't put a muffin in her oven If it ain't 'bout money, fuck it, but if it ain't change, Imma change the subject, uh Off of the top, nigga I'm fuckin' yo' thot, she all on my block, I may Milly Rock with her You may just get shot like yo' ass is Pac, 'cause I got the Juice, nigga See, I don't make beats but my choppa produce, nigga, yeah-yeah These nigga my sons like I produce niggas, huh Nigga, I defy physics, uh These niggas talk shit all day on the 'gram but nigga, I lived it, uh I was water-whippin' in the kitchen with my brother, he servin' that shit to yo' mother You talkin' that shit then I pull up like [?], I throw bullets up like a butler These niggas ain't shit but some ho's, some bitches, I swear that I don't fuck with 'em From Chicago to East Side, that is the B-side, niggas know how we be livin' But I get out the streets, I was listenin' to rock in the trap, listenin' to John Lennon Whippin' a brick up to Ozzy, just to buy my mom a Masi' Niggas talk shit, it ain't nothing All of my niggas be bussing I'm at yo' head like concussion I blow it up like combustion Talkin' that shit you ain't nothing I change yo' bitch like the subject I'm really thinkin' shit of it, she suck on my dick up in public I'm on that bullshit, Robin, ain't Batman but I be robbin' I remember I went to True Religion in a rocker [?] Now a nigga really flaugin', now a nigga really flossin' Leave a nigga bombed like a Marathon, niggas runnin' up in Boston I don't see it but I want it, if I want it, fuck it, Imma buy the cost in All my niggas goin' crazy, used to skateboard, kickflip [?] Nigga, proceed with caution Bitch, I'm awfully awesome I could probably fuck yo' mother, I could prolly fuck his daughter I'm a young nigga, we got the guns with us Ain't talkin' 'bout Steve Nash at all, but we got the Suns with us I got yo' bitch with me, transformin' that ho' like Bumblebee, no Witwicky Niggas want smoke, okay, I hit 'em up, come and get with me No Taylor, but when I up my choppa, that bitch shoot swiftly The police on my ass, I told them to come and get me Me and G-Money gettin' to the money, Squeak just walked in the buildin' Ay Squeak, check it out I'm freestylin' all day, nigga, you know what my shit about Squeak said, "Put the guns down, you should rap, nigga, take a different route" I'm ballin' out like a Piston now He said, "Don't put the guns down" Shit, fuck it, one of in my pocket, you know we keep at least a few around I ain't really tryna up a dome, on another level, Rollie on another bezel, run up on me Imma send his ass up to heaven, I got a new Smith & Wesson Ay, Squeaky be totin' a glizzy, huh I got a S&W up on me, you know that I'm finna get busy, yeah I make him dance like Soulja Boy, yuu, he get jiggy, huh Rider, huh, make him dance like Soulja Boy, hit 'em in his face, now he screamin' out tiger Poisonous like a viper Shit on that bitch, no diaper I'm finna leave the room and record, I'm gettin' a lil' too hyper, gone