FORZA FREESTYLE

[Intro]

Yeah, I switch up my hoes, I switch up my flows

These backends, these rolls, yeah

Yeah, I pull up in Ghost

I'm racin' like Forza, fuckin' the road— (Bitch)

(Thanks, Zuko)

[Verse 1]

Yeah, I switch up my hoes, I switch up my flows

These backends, these rolls, yeah

Yeah, I pull up in Ghost

I'm racin' like Forza, fuckin' the road up

Touch down, hit my partner, "What's the word?"

Ho come second but Amiri come in first

I don't talk, shh, I don't gotta say a word

Ice show shinin' on my neck like burr

Yeah, yeah, partner caught a body

He rollin' off molly, least I know he got me

I just fold this bitch up, just like origami

I know she a bop, I need lip, lil' shawty top me

I don't rock CDG, 'less it's Homme Plus

Ho platinum feedin' me

They tryna see me eat, watchin' like a DVD

My whole crew crazy, tearin' up the street

I don't wanna see lil' baby, fuck her through the sheets

I won't fold on none my niggas, they won't fold on me

I might finger fuck a check, or I might watch it bleed

Racks came in quick as hell, it was too damn easy

These hoes just want a Birkin, just want CC, they tryna slime me

We rollin' dope, we rollin' off of X, feel like a zombie

I'm havin' motion and I'm havin' racks like Kalankaski

My cousin crazy, he'll cut your head off, you cannot breathe

[Refrain]

Yeah, my foot on these niggas' neck

Yeah, my foot on these niggas' neck

Yeah, my foot on these niggas' neck (Yeah, go)

Yeah, I'm three Percs in, I'm set

Yeah, I'm three Percs in, I'm set

Yeah, I'm T'd up to the max

[Verse 2]

Yeah, yeah, I'm the one poppin' the lock, yeah

I'm the one pull out that Bentley, I ride out the lot and made that ho chop, yeah

Cuffin' that ho, she a thot, she throwin' the top, she givin' the box, yeah

Got it on lock, I'm breakin' the lock, my pockets full of them knots, yeah

Won't even bag the bitch, a badder bitch keep hittin' my line, yeah

I'm on some savage shit, that Gen4 Glock 29, yeah

I'm like a cavity, I'm up in her mouth, I nut in her eye, yeah

Two Gen5s, Chase Rambo, I'm on fire

Shh, I don't know nothing 'bout that case

Racks comin' in and out of state

I'm in court, I got that— (Shh)

Blowin' dope, twelve pounds of kush

.556, .223s, MAC-11, K's, nigga

That's your wife, she on me, I ain't even gon' stay with her

I won't play with you, I'll make shawty lick it up

Molly Santana, I'm on, yeah, yeah

[Outro]

Ghetto Fab, GF