1 OF 1 FREESTYLE

[Intro]
You ain't really bout it, is ya?
I seen you talking bout me, whats the fucking issue?
I got these magazines, I'll turn you to an issue
This shit ain't sweet, this ain't no fucking tiramisu

[Verse 1]
So shut the fuck up please bitch and go and pipe down
You hating on me while I’m counting money right now
I speak whatever come to mind I cannot write down
I took a tesla so I cannot stop the bite down
I made 100 off of rap while you was lied down
And if I’m lying bout that fact I can get striked down
They sleeping on me so I’m finna tear their night gown
He talking bold, but out in person kept his eyes down
Man, that's some hoe ass fucking shit if I done seen it
If you gonna say some on my name you bеtter mean it
Me and thе money married, nothing in-between it
You start a mess me & my rotters gonna clean it
Yeah I’m that motherfucker that yo bitch wanna be with
I heard your mixtape other day, ha, keep it
My competition vs me I’m gonna sweep it
And if you ain't tapped in with us you better peep it, bitch

[Verse 2]
She ain't paid no mind now she on dick, 'cause I’m popping
How you showing love but used to hate? Ain't forgotten
You ain't really hard you're soft inside, you tater totting
Ok, you a goon but what's a goon if I'm Rotten?
Downtime on the beat you know its hot, know its knocking
It's gone cost you really hefty fee just to lock in
Talking all that shit, internet, bitch go clock in
Said I ain't from Chatt, bitch you right, I’m a martian, bitch
(look look)