Booted Up Freestyle

[Intro]

(Hey, where's rolo?)

Yeah, yeah, okay

Yeah (Uh)

[Verse 1]

Japanese denim, that shit staying right on my body

Import a new whip, driving that Maserati

No Overcast, know that I ride with that tommy

You know I'm on go, I'm not talking 'bout KAMI

I know that boy is scared, he been calling for mommy

He want that beef, then we serve him pastrami

You don't wanna test me like my name was Johnny

He not a problem, that lil' nigga scrawny

Okay, finna switch up the flow, I'ma get in my bag if these niggas don't think I can do it

I'm not talking 'bout my label, but my niggas solving that problem, it's simple and stupid

The 7.62 left that boy toothless

I'm killing these beats, know that I've been ruthless

Been eating good, know I'vе been up in Ruth Chris

I let my bro know we finna shoot shit

Aiming that choppa, I feel like a mobstеr

Dreads in my hair, bitch, I feel like a rasta

I cut off my hoes, I cleared out the roster

He want that smoke, turn that boy to a foster

He want that smoke, turn that boy to a fossil

My money big, and this shit is colossal

Upping a toolie if we see a hostile

They singing my songs like they preaching a gospel

[Verse 2]

Bitch, run up on me and see what's gon' happen

Bet your bitch know I've been back in action

You just saying words, nigga, you capping

Not in FaZe, but you know I'm adapting

Need a price, I ain't talking 'bout Captain

Shoot his hat, 'cause I know that boy capping

Always work and, no, I'm never slacking

Choppa gon' pop like that shit is named Mary

Rick on my jeans, know this shit not Amiris

Hit that boy then we said, "Sorry," sincerely

If you beef with that gang then we hurt you severely

Took that boy tooth like a muhfucking fairy

Niggas too slow, they can't catch up like Gary

I'm counting money, that green, like it's Perry

Put him in the dirt, in that damn cemetery

My life a movie directed by Spike Lee

All these niggas don't wanna come and fight me

White bitch in my DM sipping chai tea

Say you better than me, that's unlikely

And I stand on the shit that I say

Hop on that plane, I'm in every damn state

And them bullets gon' eat you like you a buffet

And the coupe going one-twenty on interstates

He's tryna debacle, he wanna debate

My gang roll up on you, shoot you in broad day

Hit that boy in the head, in the damn toupee

If you want a feature, then bring 10K to the table

But already that you not fucking able

I know you broke, your bank 'count is unstable

I'ma get to the point and this shit like a staple

I might go down to Italy, go out to Naples

I'm flippin' the cards, yeah, this shit flip the tables

Make anything, nigga, don't fuck with a label

That nigga down bad, know he still watching cable

That boy cap in his songs, know that boy tellin' a fable

And no, I'm not talking 'bout gang

The choppa hit that boy, that shit left a stain

Two Glockies on me like my name is Max Payne

I be spazzing on any beat, I go insane, lil' nigga

I'm going mental, bitch, I'm going stupid

We gon' run in that crib and you know that we loot it

I be smoking that gas too much, think I polluted

Had to take that boy life, know we had to conclude it

I'ma smoke me a blunt, then I'm finna be booted

I'm at the top and that shit's undisputed

Oh, this is your song? Okay, nigga, go mute it

I've been counting that cash, nigga, you can't compute it