Story To Tell Freestyle

Slow down
I show you how the trap feels
I get chills, my fingers on the gat still
I don't rap, I utilize my rap skills
You're hungry, you need to get a mac meal
I'm hungry but I need to get a rap deal
I'm way past trynna stack bills
I'm trynna push my figures uphill
'THEM' niggas wasn't that real
I won't kill but the mac will
Blow your top and probably make you're blood spill
Take off, I put shells in his back wheel
Spit rhymes
Motherfuckin sick lines
Your clique tryin'
My gun spits 6 times, Revolver
No ammo for the big 9
My chick fine
I'm here till I sip 'WINE'
Neck on ice
They want him for an extradite
You're petrified
I know but let me rectify
I'm not amped, I'm electrified
Got ions not electrolytes
Eff your wife
Best of Mike
Uppercut, hooks, left and right
Get some ice, I'm hot
I'm extra nice
I be whippin' it's a trek to mine
Vest on my girl, crept inside
So fly I'mma rest in flight
The boy moves like a hooligan
Quick slick manoeuvring
Have to keep an eye like a SUPER-IN-TENDENT
Got a bag of carats in my pendant
Looking to whip in a six-litre engine
S.K. I'm independent
Holla