KTB Freestyle

[Intro: DJ E-Money] And this is Sniper Gang, Vulture Love, KTB You already know what the fuck goin' on Yeah [Verse 1: DJ E-Money] I'ma get my roll on like Mannie Fresh Bitch keep buggin' me, this bitch a pest Freak ho, I know she tellin' everybody yes You never did this shit before? Let me guess You feel some type of way, get it off your chest Boogie came with titties, look like Nicki breasts You know that I can't play, I can't go for less With the money, I'm obsessed, it got me possessed Yеs, I'm the one, bitch, beat it Put that dick on hеr, now she need it Yes, I'm the one, got 'em heated If you hear somethin' 'round the gang, don't repeat it Yes, I'm the one, yes, I'm the one Ridin' with blickies with the drum I play with them bags, yeah, I got a green thumb I'm the one that's walkin' 'round with blazers on my arm Made them use they legs, all my young niggas be armed I'm the one Show you how to move when the love turn to hate Show 'em how they treat you when you stand 'round and wait Stepped up like a man when that period came late Nigga, I'm Tony Tiger great Move out to Australia, find a mate Got some demons I'm tryna shake It was ramen, now it's steak It was this, but now it's that You was cool, but you a rat And this for whoadie 'cross the track Let's get fly and fuck on nats [Interlude: Kodak Black] Y'all knew what I was gon' do to this shit Bitch, it's Lil Yak, mhm I'ma let K.T. go before me and I'ma get Taylor in, I'ma get Taylor Cut a nigga tongue out, I think he tellin', you feel me? [Verse 2: TTO K.T.] Don't gossip to me 'bout my niggas, you know I ain't tryna hear it If you wasn't on this jet with Vultures, bitch, you'd be flyin' Spirit Betrayal hit harder than a bullet 'cause you feel it in your spirit My dog just dropped a hundred on a Chase, I hope he clear it These bitches think they get that game for free until I big 'em I go get that money on the road, then vacuum seal 'em I kept it real with niggas and they say I could've been realer Ungrateful-ass niggas, I ain't no fuckin' babysitter You a grown man, can't wait for 'em to hit your hand, go work a plan C'est la vie, yeah, on the business, you know I stand Drac' with the peanut-butter grip, I get up in a jam You know I'm sellin' big weight, why the fuck you ask me for a gram? Dumb-ass nigga, my niggas lost they brain Know my side bitch named molly, but I married mary jane Geeked, geeked, geeked off the Addy, I damn near popped a vein Me and dogs dropped on a chain, that's how my partner came [Verse 3: Kodak Black] And if my partner change, they get Sniper Ganged Told my bitch, "Ho, you ain't exempt from this," do my baby mama the same She say, "Nigga, if anything, your first BM the one put you on child support" Yeah, ho, long as you don't Brought the donk to Baltimore Also bought a condo close to the stadium Know my homeboy on the Ravens I always told him where he go major I'm at every home game, and if he ever leave the team, I'm relocatin' I was in the feds when we lost to Travis Kelce 'nem Ripped the bitch pics off my cell swift, Taylor Pop Henn' and sell D Niggas creepin', they ain't really on your team for real, they just wanna see your playbook Runnin' with the Tommy, I'm a field nigga Gettin' real figures, I'll still kill you I told you I was gon' deal with you And bitch in the hood eatin' dill pickles Trill Bill keep it too real Nigga disrespected me, then went extinct, his whole crew killed Bodymore, Murderland, Baltimore, Maryland Lord, forgive me please, 'cause that money, I just cherished it Tourin', hit the road and killin' shows, guess I'm a terrorist Tryna find a mole within my camp so I can behead the bitch I'm crazy, I be thinkin' I could run Haiti and be the president How the fuck could I be a junkie with all this money? It don't make any sense She prejudice, bitch said she seen prometh' inside my beverage How the fuck could I be a junkie with all this money? It don't make any sense [Verse 4: Taylor So Made] Tiffany blue on the interior, I'm slidin' like I'm Trump Got a bitch in they feels every time I post me a lil' dump Trap shit, old-schools in the yard, playin' tonk Feds got my dog, now he layin' on the top bunk When my mama felt that pain, I wouldn't let her feel defeated Obstacles, we overcame every time and we beat it Hard for me to fall in love with these niggas, 'cause they lie I got hustle in my veins and a phone full of buyers I gave this shit a thousand tries, these niggas watchin' me like spies I'm cold, so I get paid to chill, you hesitate to pay the bill Body count so low like red cups, I put that on my daddy Archive YSL and this Chrome Heart from Matty