Allstar Freestyle

[Intro]
(My nigga Lee, I think we got another one)

[Verse 1: Miami Love]
Pulled fifty racks out the stash, feel good as hell today
I don't know if I wanna wear the Cuban or wear my whole chain
Cartier was thirty thousand, could've bought a fuckin' Range
Hit a clerk for ten thousand, she ain't even know what to say
Amiri for the denim, Dior for the shades
I knew this shit was on when I made thirty in a day

[Verse 2: YSR Gramz]
You can't scam or get the bag off, nigga, you in the way
I can overnight every bag, you gotta wait a day
I might trick on this one bitch, you gotta pay to play
I'm like that old nigga at that fight, cuz, bring that K
He heard his bitch was fuckin' on my nigga, he beat up his bae
7.62s in this Drac'll eat up your face

[Verse 3: Babyfxce E]
Yeah, man, this bitch'll chew your wholе head
Fucked a rat bitch up on the floor and it's a wholе bed
The Wock' movin' slower than usual, this some old red
Chop hit his ass up in the waist and took his whole legs
Nigga, took his whole bottom half
Put more holes in the nigga face than a hockey mask
Ten full-body K's, we gon' need a bodybag
Drac' got more kick on that bitch than a karate class

[Verse 4: OT Love]
I'll kill a nigga broad day, fuck a mask
Walkin' with the chop in my hand, nigga, fuck a bag
Walk in Saks and buy anything, nigga, fuck a tag
Heard a nigga say that he was on my ass, made me fuckin' laugh
Catch me ridin' through this bitch, make you fuckin' crash
I got youngins be on drummin', they be off the meds
Get the lo' from your lil' bitch and we gon' leave a mess
Wanna be down with us, gotta grab your stick and tap a fuckin' head

[Verse 5: Miami Love]
He ain't even got 50K, tryna bring up the feds
Like to do a little trick, mix the Trish up with the red
Tried to reach for my chain, got his ass switched up
Sent his ass right to the fuckin' meds
My card already in, all you gotta do is type the number in
Press "apply payment" and just keep doing it again
Did twenty-seven thousand last trip, I don't need a login

[Verse 6: YSR Gramz]
Brodie runnin' up them bands sellin' Perc-10s
We in the A, trappin' out a crib where Lil Durk live
I got a Drac' in my pants, that's why my shirt big
This a VLONE shirt, that's why the word big

[Verse 7: Babyfxce E]
I told brodie put that shit up, that bitch can hurt kids
I'ma have a million-plus before my first kid
I'm finna shoot down to the Tenn', that's where the work is

[Verse 8: OT Love]
Niggas talk that shit, but I don't hear it, they be purpin'
It's too many sticks up in this whip, we be lurkin'
Catch him, hit him all up in his shit, leave him purple
In Lou's name, I bang, behind that shit, I gotta hurt you
Better show respect or you gon' die, this shit ain't worth it
I don't wanna ask, "Can you give me that face?" You gotta go
I'm with the guys, we posted with them sticks to wipe your nose
With them racks just on the floor, met a cat, this bitch a ho
I'll blow your back, bitch, what you on?