Bless The Booth Freestyle

[Intro]
Uh, ayy, turn it up some more in the headphones
Hundred-round goon, bitch, I'm dope on a spoon
Yeah

[Verse]
Bitch, it's hundred-round goon
I'm dope on a spoon
Say we beefing, bitch, you gon' see me soon
I'll send your ass to the moon
I hang with them killers and dealers in woods
I'm 'bout to slide, better hide if you could
I put a MAC and a TEC in the woods
Draco with a hundred, I'm back in the hood
My truck in the hood, bitch, I'm living good, uh
I'm a rich shooter, I'm rich as a bitch
My killers, they vicious, it's rare that they miss
Tattoos on my head and my neck and my fist
Too high on them Xan's, fuck around, crash the whip
Smooth like damn linen, I like fine women
If she suck the dick, that's well time-spending
Two to six years, that's a light sentence
Twenty-five years, that's a life sentence, uh
Got shot, got robbed, you're a goon, right?
These pussy ass niggas ain't living that life
Eat Percocets like Haitians eat rice
You're just a bitch with a dick, you're a dyke
Hundred-round, goon, I make, hundred, round, moves, Bitch!
Hundred pounds, too
I'm a shooter and a trapper, fool!