FORZA FREESTYLE

[Intro] Yeah, I switch up my hoes, I switch up my flows These backends, these rolls, yeah Yeah, I pull up in Ghost I'm racin' like Forza, fuckin' the road— (Bitch) (Thanks, Zuko) [Verse 1] Yeah, I switch up my hoes, I switch up my flows These backends, these rolls, yeah Yeah, I pull up in Ghost I'm racin' like Forza, fuckin' the road up Touch down, hit my partner, "What's the word?" Ho come second but Amiri come in first I don't talk, shh, I don't gotta say a word Ice show shinin' on my neck like burr Yeah, yeah, partner caught a body He rollin' off molly, least I know he got me I just fold this bitch up, just like origami I know she a bop, I need lip, lil' shawty top me I don't rock CDG, 'less it's Homme Plus Ho platinum feedin' me They tryna see me eat, watchin' like a DVD My whole crew crazy, tearin' up the street I don't wanna see lil' baby, fuck her through the sheets I won't fold on none my niggas, they won't fold on me I might finger fuck a check, or I might watch it bleed Racks came in quick as hell, it was too damn easy These hoes just want a Birkin, just want CC, they tryna slime me We rollin' dope, we rollin' off of X, feel like a zombie I'm havin' motion and I'm havin' racks like Kalankaski My cousin crazy, he'll cut your head off, you cannot breathe [Refrain] Yeah, my foot on these niggas' neck Yeah, my foot on these niggas' neck Yeah, my foot on these niggas' neck (Yeah, go) Yeah, I'm three Percs in, I'm set Yeah, I'm three Percs in, I'm set Yeah, I'm T'd up to the max [Verse 2] Yeah, yeah, I'm the one poppin' the lock, yeah I'm the one pull out that Bentley, I ride out the lot and made that ho chop, yeah Cuffin' that ho, she a thot, she throwin' the top, she givin' the box, yeah Got it on lock, I'm breakin' the lock, my pockets full of them knots, yeah Won't even bag the bitch, a badder bitch keep hittin' my line, yeah I'm on some savage shit, that Gen4 Glock 29, yeah I'm like a cavity, I'm up in her mouth, I nut in her eye, yeah Two Gen5s, Chase Rambo, I'm on fire Shh, I don't know nothing 'bout that case Racks comin' in and out of state I'm in court, I got that— (Shh) Blowin' dope, twelve pounds of kush .556, .223s, MAC-11, K's, nigga That's your wife, she on me, I ain't even gon' stay with her I won't play with you, I'll make shawty lick it up Molly Santana, I'm on, yeah, yeah [Outro] Ghetto Fab, GF