Freestyle

[Intro: Kutter]

Uh

Uh huh

It’s me, niggas

I’m back

What’s good, Conway?

It’s the T2, huh

Uh

Listen

[Verse 1: Kutter]

Louis XIII, it’s 1-50 a shot

Where we was popping bottles up and down in the rock

The boy pop bottles like the dude Yung Joc

Call me Money Making Kutter ‘cause your boy getting guap

I know it make you sick to see I’m sitting in the drop

With the candy paint spilling, homie, dripping on the socks

For all of you slow dudes be talking ‘bout chrome shoes

Money over bitches, homie, you know the rules

Bricks of cocaine, yeah I sold a few

I turned one to two, that’s what the soda do

I’m a boss, I don’t shoot no more, that what my soldiers do

I got goons that will off you for an O or two

Yeah they’re starving, dog, they’ll bust the Larkin off

In broad day in anywhere and start walking off

Yeah it’s fair to say the dudes ain’t got it all

And they’ll all shooters, but they ain’t got a ball

Just firearms ready to fire off

I’m a hard nigga, but I’ll be supplying soft

You talking all that wooly shit, but I’m supplying yours

Want to impress me, nigga, then come and buy it all

[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]

Listen, I’m in the streets like car tires

Chased by the bitches, loved by the raw buyers

I’ll wave the motherfucking hawk by ya

And have your body looking like you tried to run through some barbed wires

I am on fire, spit and it cause fires

Gun shells, same size as a car lighter

Catch niggas in the crossfire

The AK love reggae, more fire, more fire

It’s nothing, I’ll let the shotty off

Knock a part on your body off, nigga, pick one

Arm, leg, which one, pick one

I’ll let the burner go off ‘til the clip done

Told you the animal back

With the SE G’s, you ain’t got enough ammo for that, nigga

It’s my time, got to wait your turn

Hawk slide across your cheek and your face gon’ burn, nigga

I’m a goon and I don’t even give a nigga dap

Put some money in my hands, you won’t get it back

Give me some work, you’re lucky if I hit you back

It’s mines now, if you want it, come get it back

Put your mixtape out, I’ma finish that

The boy Kannon a beast, you got to give him that

The shit crazy how the game will change you

Damn, you let niggas who you hang with change you?

I’ll stomp a nigga out ‘til I sprain my ankles

Shotgun hit your arm, it’ll hang and dangle

Nigga

[Outro: Conway the Machine]

Damn

That’s how we do it

1, 2, 3

Hard body

G Shit

Damn

You motherfuckers, man

Ha ha ha ha ha ha

Kutter, good looking

Oh

It’s still Street Entertainment, nigga

You thought it was a wrap?