4EVA Balling Freestyle

[Intro]
(JB made that beat)

[Verse]
Go get some money, I'ma tell you that if I don't tell you nothin'
Couple shooters on the Northside, make a phone call, they gon' get it done
Turn a twenty-ball to a honey bun, I just gave a stripper bitch a hundred ones
Started off with a quack, ran up my sack, nigga, I was gettin' fronted
He was smokin' K2, we was talkin' good 'til the nigga went zombie
Shawty went down the paper route, take me out the hood, but you can't take it out me
The streets can't go a week without me, we bе in your bushes, we don't beat around 'еm
Whoopty-whoop paid what's-his-name to kill what-his-hame for a couple thousand
I been juggin' last twelve hours, molly brick got the hood scaldin'
Bricks of white got the hood hot, Fabuloso and two pots
A new bitch mean a new spot, swear I'ma show you how to work two clocks
Went to sleep with the scale on, you would think I went and bought two watches
Left wrist, right wrist, bustdown both of 'em
Real trapper, I could cook a brick, nigga, with no arms
I was makin' juggs way before I had some height on me
I was thirteen makin' plays off the house phone
You ain't run your money up, you wasn't workin' hard as us
(And I made yourself the plug, you might get your water cut)
You was tryna be a shooter, I was tryna be a boss
(Told you niggas I don't eat noodles, had to cut some niggas off)
I know that these niggas tellin', bitches out here droppin' salt
(All my opps, they broke as fuck, tell 'em we forever ballin')
My trap is forever straight, junkies gon' forever call me
(If I make a hit today, I'ma buy some bricks tomorrow)