Break Up with Your Girlfriend, I’m Bored Freestyle

[Intro]
Can’t no rapper put fear no in my heart
It was never really there from the start yeah yeah yeah
And I don’t know who really cares anymore
Paranoid you wasn't here from the start Yeah yeah
Stuck high don’t think I’m landing no more
I just hope that you can’t stand me no more yeah yeah yeah

[Verse 1]
When shit got rough man ain't nobody wanna stand by me
Now everybody wanna sign me wanna franchise me
I’m on the type of shit to make her man fight me
Im in your girlfriend phone saved as scam likely
Never tapped out bitch im tapped in
Rackman, dog im all in shorty dome like a cat scan
I could get it for the low but I tax fam
Play your cards right, I’m never on my last hand bitch
Motherfucka’s claim they hate me and they never see me
Fuck em dog I'm getting feticini till they rest in peace me
She always saying she gonna leave but she don’t ever leave me
New bitch up in magazines but she could never read me
Yeah
And Why you mad dog tell me what I do to you yeah
Do to you yeah (Why you mad?)
And anytime its that call
Baby I got two for you yeah two for you yeah
I don’t get enough rest
I been fucking up checks
This a fucking gut check
Fuck who getting upset
Don’t know where the love at
I don’t even want that
I motherfuckin' dub that fuck that
Momma always told me ever since a kid was a prophet
I need them checks to deposit
I need what’s fronted and extra and then the rest of the profit
Im like obsessed with the concept
Of bringing stress to your noggin
Think I perfected the process pussy I
Get higher than Mariah notes the shit could be scary
Smoking pounds, a five bills the only nick that I carry
Bitch I want the whole pie I ain't thinking of sharing
And I don’t think no one is fucking with me think its apparent
Wheres your favorite rapper point em, void account
I'll pull his fucking card like a debit, no debate he should credit
Me as a great I don’t get it
Im where your whole style came from
I know they mad that we came up
Its like we asking to stain us yeah

[Verse 2]
Huey baby I be doing 80
Do 100's I got tickets I ain't paid in months and
I be all up in your city like a crazy bum and
My blood homie told me tell em that’s the way we bumin'
I be crazy blunted crashing the Mercedes front and
Trash the Jamie cup and tell the cops there was a lady coming
Hoes text me from a number I ain't save in months and
I won’t ever save a hoe bitch I ain't saving nothing
Im a fucking villain higher than the fucking ceiling yeah
Motherfuck your feelings bitch I need 100 million yeah
I heard all they music I don’t fucking feel em
I know how it feels to fucking wish you wasn’t living
And still be the goat
Billy the flow, I mean bully the flow
She go at my neck but I cum In her throat
Im like the flash bitch I run it the most
I dropped my ex and I carried the coast
You dropped a tape but shit nobody knows
You tagging everyone nobody post
You having shows but shit nobody goes
Fuck that shit, Im from where they tuck that clip
Im from where they tuck that chain cause they’ll run that shit
I don’t ever run that’s bitch, All I do run that play and I run laps bitch
You know what time it is
Check the thermometer im like the hottest shit
These rapper hate me but I don’t acknowledge it
You not a opp and shit you just anonymous yeah
My new bitch Italian and she give the sloppiest
We on some sam and some Ronnie shit
She always fighting about a bitch
I need a bottom bitch
I need a lot of shit
I need a lot of checks
I took a lot of shit
Promise that ima flex
Bitch