Gangster Freestyle

Banks [Verse 1] These bitches talk a lot of shit but they don't put in that work They chat and they lurk like they don't know I hit where it hurts When I'm flying down to ends after pitching that dirt I put it in first, pitch stick quick and disperse Yeah, them bitches couldn't chat for me I shut it down, wrap it all up like I'm bagging B I'm naturally allergic to you faggots, got an allergy Fuck a fake bitch, I've got niggas that bang for me Couple pretty ladies but you know they're down to squeeze Ain't watching face cah if I die I know they'll ride for me Couldn't ride with me, see her ride for P's I line it up and take my cut, bag it up, fly OT Make it rain where a cloud that they under Say they got guns but still ain't clapping no thunder Put them all to sleep like they was having a slumber Getting it in before I had my NI number Cah the name's Ms Banks, had to announce it Used to bag it all day when I was wrapping up ounces Money, power, respect, yeah I'm about dis Flow so sick there ain't a word to pronounce it Me and my dons, yeah we've got the connection Ain't no election, gotta respect them Fake arse bitches on the road, we detect them Let bullets slide all up in their rectum [Bridge] Haha, yeah, mad I know bare people talking shit They're speculators, they ain't putting in work I've got niggas that do mad dirt, get me? Listen [Verse 2] It's like I lost bare weight, I'm too skinny to be rocking these bitches I open them up and I'll leave them in stitches You're out for the name, baby girl I'm out for the riches I ain't never gonna fall off, I'm moving consistent All my bitches ambitious and they keep it persistent We be destined for greatness, it's clear that we're going places Niggas try to get at me but it's just like I'm resistant I be catching some skwolla while you be catching some cases They think I'm stuck up 'cause of every bitch that I cut up I think they're pissed cah I stick to every word that I utter Niggas call me their sister but I'm more like a brudda Cah I get it however and I don't fuck with no suckers Rap niggas, due to kill 'em We're making moves on the ceiling But we're forever winning I'm due to make a hit, these pussies ain't got no collisions Swag surfing, we rolling in some official linen