K2 Freestyle

[Intro]

(Oh-oh, ha, umm, oh)

Goddamn (Oh-oh)

(This the 808 plug)

(Oh-oh)

Ayy, this Top, man (Oh)

This Top, woah (Yeah)

Woah, woah, woah

[Chorus]

I'm fresher than a bitch, and I'm smokin' K2

They be talkin' all that shit, but they can't do what I do

And my brother with the shit, and he bangin' Piru

And I'm who slung that .223, I'm the one who shot you

I got on I&M jeans, walkin' in my Prada boots

And I want that bad bitch, and she wan' be mines, too

Told you that I love you, hope you know I'm lyin', too

I want you to pop that pussy and just watch what I do

[Verse 1]

And I see you changin' on me, baby, what I did you?

Just look what I did you, you shinin' like my wrist do

And I, I got lots of money, and got lots of kids too

I got these hoes by two, you know what I'm gettin' into

Fans just like family, changin' on me, goddamn

Fuck you, just go tell 'em not to test me, I'll spray 'em

Tell her, bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it, baby, bam, huh

Buy the bitch Prada, still a killer 'bout my cousin

I drive sports cars with a double cup, muddy, mhm

I don't give a fuck 'bout what he do, pussy better not touch me, huh

5, shoot this bitch, it's ugly

Shoot it, or it get ugly

I was down up on my dick, rich, they don't love me

Go tell 'em, I'm rich as hell

Go tell 'em, it's Coco Reàl

Uh-huh, I'ma red-paint my nails, diamonds flawless, yeah, yeah

Pull up, drivin' that bitch like a Trans Am, like a Trans Am

Show 'em all, you know I don't give a damn

Brrt, brrt

[Chorus]

I'm fresher than a bitch, and I'm smokin' K2

They be talkin' all that shit, but they can't do what I do

And my brother with the shit, and he bangin' Piru

And I'm who slung that .223, I'm the one who shot you

I got on I&M jeans, walkin' in my Prada boots

I want that bad bitch, and she wan' be mines, too

Told you that I love you, hope you know I'm lyin', too

Want you to pop that pussy and just watch what I do

[Verse 2]

Tell these pussy-ass niggas just stay in they place

I got more money, more bitches, more designer on the way

Nigga, I'm with that trippin', I'ma shoot that bitch in his face (Pussy-ass nigga)

Nigga, I ain't with that shit, I'ma shoot somethin' out the gate

Why you say my name out your pussy-ass mouth, anyway?

Why you think I got your bitch inside my house everyday?

Nigga, my Givenchy ring cost more than your whole chain

I ain't even gotta say it, they know I wear black every day

Make all these bitches do whatever my wife say

Pop that shit, she come right back inside a Wraith, bitch (Huh)

Broke-ass nigga, I'm in South, that way (Huh)

Fall in front of North, get 'em killed, on the lake