Still Calculating Freestyle

[Intro]

Damn

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Blade, let the beat rock

Shit, man, goddamn good job

[Chorus]

I been calculating, so much fuckin' money on my wrist

Niggas elevated, do my money dance into the Ritz

300 for this kit, little more for this whip

Reloads when I dip, two more getting shipped

Said he can keep the extra, I'm sellin' her complexion

Connection out in Memphis, that thousand make a difference

This shit man on my hippy, I hit target from a distance

Cop it and redo it, demolition, I been winning (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Verse]

Who coppin'? I tailor made my rocket

I 100K my pocket, I'm in and out that Brabus

I'm sliding on my rivals, my old school seats? ostrich

This shit gettin' insane, even my toothbrush designer

Nigga, watch how I'm movin', fuckin' with this toolie

This bitch a whole movie, she was straight gone chop screw me

Five hundred on diamonds, break her back on Collins (yeah baby)

Out the way, I’m modest (sock it to me), nigga, I'm just honest

Nigga, I'm just cautious, I was workin' two pots

Could’ve bought Bugatti with this shit that I be poppin'

Niggas ain't 'bout nothin', six up top, nigga, he frontin'

Niggas ain't 'bout shit, try to touch this, nigga, it's ugly (Damn)

Nigga, I’m locked in. I ain't called my mama (At all)

I ain't called my daddy, but both know that I love them

I'm feelin' like I'm trippin', ain't touch phone in a week

And tripping off these hoes, I real life don’t need 'em

A hundred K, we leavin', I’m revenue - retrieving

A Interview - in Cleveland, she cat off, I'm leaving (Damn)

I smash off with Keisha, and double back with Lisa (I'm back)

A stash spot in the speaker, off catalog?, I’m eating

I'm a whole goddamn beast (Ayy ayy ayy ayy ayy)

Put a whole eighth in a leaf, keep ten milli' in reach

And I'm practicing what I preach, I'm captivating, I'm eatin'

I think I found my niche

I sold boat loads of heat, yeah

Niggas keep on hatin', the bitch still gon' leave

She sharing her location, but M.I.A with me

I ain't trippin' off no bitch, you ain’t even my main thing

I ain't trippin' off no list, and I don't operate off greed

I don’t operate off hate

Bitch with me black, but the K japanese

105° outside, but this chain got me freeze

She filled you up with game

But your green-ass believe it, hundo, I'm creepin' (Damn)

Hundred K in blues, man, this shit gettin' too easy (Shit gettin' to easy)

(Yeah, TFM)

[Chorus]

I been calculating, so much fuckin' money on my wrist

Niggas elevated, do my money dance into the Ritz

300 for this kit, little more for this whip

Reloads when I dip, two more getting shipped

Said he can keep the extra, I'm sellin' her complexion

Connection out in Memphis, that thousand make a difference

This shit man on my hippy, I hit target from a distance

Cop it and redo it, demolition, I been winning