Freestyle Part 1

[Intro: Lil Snupe]

Why she worryin' bout my next bitch

Steady going on my Facebook

Tryna see how my bitch face look

[Louie V Gutta]

I said that old bitch she a groupie doe

We 'bout to make a movie ho

I take my new bitch to the mall

Me and my new bitch yeah we ball

Said we be all up in Neimans and shit

I be on the cleanest of shit

Hol' on, ion really freestyle

But nigga in the meanwhile

I got ya bitch in my coupe, me and Lil Snupe

'Bout to party ya bitch, show her what to do

'Bout to take her to the telly she gon' get it crackin'

That nigga standin' there he like what happened?

[Lil Snupe & Louie V Gutta]

Huh

Motel, hell nah bitch you better meet me at the hotel

But we ain't talkin' Cassidy

We fuck ya bitch and it's a tragedy

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]

My man said he gotta get up in that halfway house

So that mean he halfway in and halfway out

Halfway in and halfway out

We get the work halfway in and halfway out

What you know about 36 ridin' with a dirty brick

You had to call a ho a lil dirty bitch

Just take the ride, so when they pull you over

You got a bitch with you, you still acting sober

But you high as fuck cause you just smoked a L

And if this nigga play wrong we ain't goin' to jail

Motherfucker, ya'll niggas rats, show and tell

Cause if the cops grab ya'll, ya'll gon' show and tell

Show 'em where the stash at, where the cash at

I get a bitch ho show me where that ass at

And last time i seen the work, nigga grabbed that

Then I bagged that nigga, had that

What you know about a scale nigga?

Glock '30, giving everybody hell nigga

I did that banger, all in jail nigga

Hit you up and have you movin' like a snail nigga

Slow motion, sippin' on purp potion

I'm gettin money everybody, they know it

I be Roseing, chosen

A millionaire they say I'm chosen

Cause I came from the bottom, they told me get 'em I got 'em

Red beam on 'em, they moving you know I spot 'em

Hit 'em in the dark nigga fucking with the larks

Playin' round you get parked, 106 when I spark

On this drum clip, young nigga but I run shit

And you stupid as a dumb bitch

I make a dumb bitch give me head, let you know where I'm from bitch

The 8, posted by the gate

Before i ain't had money, I was straight

Ion fuck with none of ya'll rappers, I can't relate

All that shit you talking that nigga, it ain't

I used to play that fuckin' corner, paranoid getting high off the marijuana

Everytime i seen the cops sneak up in the corner

It was tinted cars I felt like I was a goner

I was out there all night, BR had that hard white and that soft white

Me and Omelly in the car, on call flight

Tryna swing that work nigga, this is our life

We bring that work to your door nigga (uh knock knock)

Strapped down, .44 nigga (pop pop)

Crack life but we on tour nigga, mac life let that thing roar nigga

I seen niggas go to early graves

For tryna play with hammers in they early days

A lotta niggas on ho shit, got girly ways

I fall back I got nah, got pearly waves

My shit flowin', and I'mma keep on goin'

And I'mma get this money, everybody they be knowin'

That I came from the bottom and I made it to the top

And I started with a '22, I made it to a Glock

Then I stepped up to the mac, then I went and copped a bat

'Member started with the 'lac, back then remember that?

We was getting chased by the rock

He caught his own ? down on snub block

He got booked with an ounce of crack, shit was rock

They tried to take that nigga in, we hold up shit to stop, put it in the car

They couldn't even find the O nigga, it was hard

He put that thing behind the badge, shit it was soft

He couldn't find it, had to rewind us

We all got booked with the lil' pair of Irons

Let me bring it back and remind it

The same block I got pulled on when they found us

Put me in the cell, we was comin' a scooby

We had a lil sprinter, we ain't come in a hoopty

He come down I told my niggas, "mm mm"

I put a hole in ya head, I ain't talking no coofy nigga

I Rich Blade,  talking no Coogi nigga

I slip you one, ain't talking no Roofy nigga

You playin' round nigga we gon' gun ya down

Walk up on you, if you running we gon' run ya down

My young niggas gettin' money, we don't fuck around

All ya;ll niggas on your team, ya'll fuckin' clowns

It's all real niggas, we don't rob we kill niggas

We treat 'em like, ya'll niggas pump fake and fire drill niggas