Bye bye birdie (freestyle)

[Intro]
Sorry, guys, the shadow people are back, they're tryna tell me shit that’s not true, aha

[Chorus]
I got a bad lil' thot, uh
She got a bad lil' box, aye
I gotta battle my thoughts
Probably should quit all the shit that ain’t pot
Uh, cold turkey
Every day is a Xan' or a Percy
Shorty, I do not care if you're hurtin'
Go 'head and block me, bye bye, birdie (Yeah)
It's not that deep like curry (Aye)
I get the K, I pop the .30
[?] know I want K
Make an OG spray through a lil' bitch brain
Oh, [?] leakin' his guts and they look like SpaghettiOs
I got a brand new life, I got a brand new .225

[Verse]
Pull up and ready to die
Cool if I’m dead or alive
I was not made to survivе
I was just made to provide
I was just made to takе lives
I was just made to spit rhymes that I don’t write down
Tell a thot to come over, like, right now
Tell shortie "Give top or just pipe down"
They want a feature to cop my sound
Hop on my dick, bitch, brand new Rollie
Blood diamonds got a kick, bitch, orphanage on her lips, bitch
She gon' suck me ’til my dick limp
Air it out like a blimp, bitch
Jump on the bed like a chimp, bitch
She gon' pull up to the crib
Know where I live, swallow my kids, bitch
"Paris is fuckin' yo' bitch!"
Call him my homie, he need an assist
Cannot decide if I nut on her eye or, maybe, I’ll nut on her double D tits
She got a man so he'll probably be pissed
Caught him lackin', now he in a ditch
Funny, insist that she know I is
Now she on Snap, she sent me pics
I put her in Rick
Know I just got it for you, but, shorty, can you take it off?
And, now, I'm in a rips
Got new Rollie on my wrist and that shit's the same color as my piss

[Chorus]
I got a bad lil' thot, uh
She got a bad lil' box, aye
I gotta battle my thoughts
Probably should quit all the shit that ain't pot
Uh, cold turkey
Every day is a Xan' or a Percy
Shorty, I do not care if you're hurtin'
Go 'head and block me, bye bye, birdie (Yeah)
It's not that deep like curry (Aye)
I get the K, I pop the .30
[?] know I want K
Make an OG spray through a lil' bitch brain
Oh, [?] leakin' his guts and they look like SpaghettiOs
I got a brand new life, I got a brand new .225