Priceless Freestyle

[Verse 1]

Uh-uh

Uh-a-uh, uh

Na na na-na-na na na na

Na na na-na-na na na na

Yeah, brand new cars, brand new drugs

Brand new outlet, a brand new plug

Same old nigga, just a brand new us

I've been gettin' high as a bitch, so what?

50 for a hundred, uh, if I show up

100 for appearance I don't gotta show up

I remember I was broke then I blew up

Now I feel like Makonnen in the club, go up, ayy, uh

Perky with the cup

Yoppa kinda uh-uh and I feel it in my gut, ayy

Try me if you wanna, yeah, they be in the cut

Choppa kinda hungry, yeah, make it eat you up, ayy

Xans, Robitussin, uh, couldn't get enough, ayy

Mix it with the Tuss' then I sip it up, ayy

Now I'm high as fuck, oh

Glue stick stuck, uh

Pull up with the choppa, click-clack, buck-buck, ayy

This my masterplan, ain't no master man

Pull up on 'em, avalanche

All this icе up on my wrist, I swear it's like an avalanche

Feel likе 50 Cent like I said 'cause many men

They be hating, niggas basic

You a mutt, you don't got no home training

Pull up on the scene, lil' bro totin' stainless

He look like James Bond 007 the way he aimed it

Leave a nigga brainless, leave his face up on the pavement

Presidential head, a Presidential Rollie, Sara Palin

She was in my bed, givin' head

And I Spread her legs, do her in

I'm gon' get this cash uh, invest in a bag, uh

You can't have, uh-uh-uh-uh

I know that they want what I have, uh

Pull up on they ave', uh

Choppa like a mask, the way it pull up and it blast, uh

I don't need no mask

I can't, uh, uh, uh

Time travel, yeah, I'm from the future and the past

Ballin' hard like Steve Nash

Bitch I get cash

That's a big gauge, grrah, grrah, grrah, get back

[Interlude]

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Turn this beat off

Somebody got a -

[Verse 2]

Rare

Uh-uh-uh, rare

Bitch I'm too rare

I'ma no

Bitch I'm too rare

Don't bring your friends 'cause, bitch, I don't care

I said, bitch I'm too rare

Don't bring your friends 'cause, bitch, I don't care

Pull up in a Benz and they stop and they stare

I'm gon' get this cash, try to take it, don't dare

I be with them guys that would kill for me

I be with them guys that would drill for me

We don't got no time for no feelings, ayy

I'm too busy countin' up my winnings, ayy, ayy

Louis V backpack, match the Louis jacket

Lost my father, I'm a rich bastard

Nigga, why bother?

I'ma get the cash

And these niggas playin', catch up, far too ahead, yeah

You can get it, uh got it twistin' like some dreads, uh

I was in the kitchen whippin', rollin' off them meds, uh

All these niggas snitches, bitches tellin' to the feds, uh

I ain't really talkin' 'bout no Rainbow head, uh

I'm been in a sum' in a sayin' over here, huh

All these niggas snitching, bitches telling to the feds, uh

All these niggas snitching, bitches telling to the feds, uh

Nah, nah, I ain't talkin' 'bout that rainbow head, uh

Flying colors

Brand new Ferrari, that shit pass with flying colors

I'll shoot up the party, I'm diminished, I'm a butler

Lil' bitch, I'm from Chicago, throwing bullets, Jay Cutler

'Member I was servin' work like a butler

Now I got these VVS's on me, Ice road trucker

I'm a money makin' motherfucker

That mean I make money just to put dick up in your mother

I've been ballin' like Iman Shumpert

Kobe Bryant really shootin' threes just for comfort

In the night, time I turn into a monster

Killin' all these beats, bitch, I feel like a Jeffrey Dahmer

Give me long neck, shorty like a ostrich

Fly without trying so my closet like a cockpit

They try to judge, a nigga, you ain't Johnny Cocren

I promise see the problems if you run up, get it often

I got powers like my first name Austin

Runnin' while I'm dropping bombs, marathon in Boston

Try me, I'ma pull up to your new apartment

And kick all of the bitches out then kill you, call me Martin

Dead homies in the blunt, spark it

I'm in the bus gettin' it bussin' had to Rosa Park it, ayy

Try me if you want, bitch, I'm a martian

That mean I got a laser with a motherfuckin' target, ayy

I'ma take you out like the garbage

Then take yo' bitch out on a date at the gardens, ayy

Try me if you want, I'm goin' hard

And that mean I'm like a rocket, I take off like a rocket

Don't get outta—

It's pulled up?

Uh-uh, rob it

I got all that shit on voice memo, too like a motherfucker

[Verse 3]

I've been catchin' vibes all night

Go to Japan, it's a long flight

That nigga try to run in my house

Why me? Boy you took the wrong right

I've been ballin' hard all night

Go to Japan, nigga, that's a long flight

Go to Japan just to get some Off-White

Shot at yo' mans 'cause he wasn't comin' right

Me and CHASETHEMONEY finna chase the money

Even on them rainy days, and when the days are sunny

All these niggas broke as a joke, they be really bummy

VVS on our wrists, we used to be scummy, ayy

Now a nigga too rich like a couple, lighters on bitch, I'm too lit

Too legit, to quit, nigga, yeah, I'm too real

Speakin' of two yesterday, I took 2 pills, ayy

Fuck yo' percs, I'm poppin' on a roxy

Pull up on the scene and it's just me

On a supermoto, totin' my heat, ayy

Pop a wheelie while I pop a opp nigga

Like a beat or some', bitch, I'm bound to drop niggas, ayy

I've been sippin' lean, I Speaker Knock' niggas, ayy

R.I.P. yeah, that's to Speaker Knockers nigga, ayy

Remember recordin' out Fort Knox nigga, ayy

Hanes all over my socks nigga, ayy

Then I got rich and my knots bigger

[Interlude]

On god, I remember trappin’ out Fort Knox nigga

[Verse 4]

Jake whatcha on bitch we to lit

I remember cordin’ all my new shit

I been on the wave with my new shit, my bad

I been on the wave with my new shit, I’m talkin’ cruise ship

Niggas on they fake shit, like an illusion

I told you that I do this, you lookin’ stupid

I pull up on the scene with my choppa it’s a uzi

Money Longer, feel like I am Uzi

Make a movie with yo' bitch call me Clooney, uh

Wit’ these tunes bitch I’m looney, ayy

Told her show me that ass moon me, haha

She ride me like a ten speed I know her boyfriend hatin’ on me, nigga filled with envy, ayy, ayy

You ain’t real take a lot to convince me, I pull up on the scene and get to runnin' shit like track meets, ayy

Flex up on my ex I’m such an athlete

Add the millions up I’m feelin’ like a math geek

It’s gon' take mo' than a hunnid to surpass me

I threw a hunnid’ on a random bitch ass cheek, huh, huh

Too real, too real, too real

Too real, too real, too real , yeah

Smokin’ on this chronic got my eyes red

Kinda like the blood that he shed

I’ma put a hole in his head

Now his mom callin’ the feds

First forty eight don’t go there

When I go to Florida I got Zoe’s there

When I go back to Chicago I got Moe’s there, Bd’s and 4’s there

Pull up with that choppa, huh, shoot him like whoa there, uh, haha

I said, When I go back to Chicago I got Woe’s there, Gd’s

Bd’s and 4’s there, haha