Chop Chop Chop (Freestyle)

Let me lift off, with mics I'm Eric Bischoff
Curve hoes with that Merlot this is Yellowtail not Cristal
No cattiness, I'm a big dawg, with an appetite, like Rick Ross
I slung bars like a hip-toss, I'm thinking throne shit, you gettin picked off
I bring life on the track, with my presence, My shit probably got Kylie pregnant
Damn, I'm a legend, y'all niggas dead-ends, so on top, I might headspin
Back with a vengeance, niggas losin function with them FN's
Cards rackin' up them charges, goin fed then
Money stretching like gluten, bring the bread in
It's gettin heavy now, I hit 'em with that "OH well"
Heard them niggas talkin' greasy, I was so chill
I ain't give two F's, but they both failed
Tryna be on what I'm kickin' they are toenails, oh hell
Them bul's full of shyt, they so arrogant
Shit being themselves, to get a better sense
Not gonna carry these, kids, I'm not a surrogate
These dudes lookin like ladies, thats word to Aerosmith
On y'all sets, we sit down, tal'um bout checks, y'all pressed bout discounts
ON that next, gettin off like a dismount
Make 'em lose they drive, I'm the impound
I'm money, and they couldn't match the value
When I'm up, I get like Sabu
Barbed wire couldn't stop a nigga, I am taboo
Them cats lie, flippin' sides like a tassle
Rap acts, still spittin ordure, I rock right, look like oysters
I'm direct with it, I don't need your pointers, while im deep in the game, they in the foyer
Still pressin' niggas, like a wurlitzer, all about green call it herbiture
I'm going straight up, but my shawty got curvature
She breathtaking, you can't even have a word with her
In debacles, my G's sprayin, like a nozzle
Niggas got it, then they toppled, you gon' need God just to stop Duke
I blew Devil shit, just give me the instrumental and I bet you, I will gobble it
I'm Nothing that you should step to, I'm not stable, I will drop ya shit
Money doesn't stink, it's more petunia, my pecunia, like a tune-up
Get shit fixed, I mean like nutured
Spittin' heavy like I blew chunks
Asking for a pound, this more like two tons
'Bout to shoot a feature this Weeknd, girl show the crew love
From the runner to director, plus the gunner is a sketcher
If you fuck around gon' need stretchers
Watch on, but mine timeless, Touch green, Simple Simon
Locked in, like confinement
Big shit, might need a wide lens
Lotta things goin' down in the background
Got it hidden, you can't get it, with a patdown
Y'all gettin too thin, lookin' like bad brows
That weak shit really what you want to pass out?
Making these moves, I can do-si-do
Stay cookin up while they don't see dough
Stealin styles I ain't lent, like an old peacoat
Need my pocket full of faces, when I hold my phone
That means no emojis ho, get the bag no groceries though
Funny how dat bih, private parts opened up, entered shawty with no keycode
I'm low key-yo, should read don't proceed, oh