Drill Freestyle

[Intro]
Whole lotta gang shit, man, whole lotta gang shit
Y'all know what it is, y'all know what the fuck type time I'm on
Yeah, real ShittyBoy shit
Bet not say it's up, hmm-hmm, yeah (This is Fate, right?)

[Verse]
Bet not say it's up, or I'll put the gang on your head, make it hard to maneuver
Brodie be scoring, any time he send a shot, ain't no way niggas guarding my shooter
I ain't got feelings for bitches, I bought me a Goose 'cause it feel like my heart in the cooler
Looked at my pendant and damn near went blind, I told the bitch she gotta pardon my jeweler
Told your bitch, "Walk," she using her feet if she ain't on her kneecaps
I could be blind as a bitch, I promise to God I'ma see racks
I was inside walking? Never, you always saw me where the street at
In Cali' at Beni', hibachi the only place I ever eat at (No cap)
She hopped in the Sprinter and turned to a runner (Haha), yeah
I'm in the kitty, gon' burn me some rubber
I made it out, but I learned from the gutter
Pop out with Glocks, let it burn like I'm Usher
Promise if you left me hurt, you gon' suffer
Pop at his top, watch him burst like a Gusher
It's cold in the streets, bullets burn through his puffer (Brrt, brrt)
(ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Milita, man, you know what the fuck going on, let's get it)
Thumbing through money then caught arthritis
Think we gon' fight? You gon' talk to the Highest
Caught me a play while I'm off in the islands
My bitch don't get flowers, I bought her some diamonds
I don't know if she gon' fuck 'cause I'm up or focus on me (I don't even know)
She made you pay for the pussy, I bet you I fuck for the free (Got that bitch for the freeball)
He tryna find out some shade, he know ain't no ducking the heat (Nigga hiding in the shades, tryna duck shit)
Tell him go find all his marbles, he thinking he fucking with me (Nigga lost his motherfucking marbles)
Hopped in the spaceship, I'm thinking like, "Where in the fuck is the key?" (What the fuck?)
Only time I'm ever in the set without dragging me a bag is when I walk in (Hold on, run that shit back, run that shit back, run that shit back)
Hold on, what? (One more time, one more time, one more time)
Only time I'm at the set without dragging a bag is when I walk in (Haha, no cap)
They could chop both the feet off my legs, I bet you I'm still on all ten
They could chop both the feet off my legs, I bet you I'm still gon' be stepping (Stepping on shit)
They need to make a new coin, my bitch ain't a dime 'cause she an eleven (On God, she cold)
I seen him ball up a fist, he opened his eyes and he was in Heaven (He died)
Look at my future, I bet you see greatness, I swear this shit feel like it's destined (Look great)
(Motherfuckers know I been born the G.O.A.T., for real, no cap)
I'm with the Dog Shit Militia, you know that
Flash on the stick like I'm shooting with Kodak
He in his feelings, might be where his ho at
Woke up this morning like, "I wanna blow racks"
Talking 'bout dogshit, he can't even show that
My bitch so cold, where the fuck is her coat at?
Rocking the boat with your bitch, finna row that
If it ain't Quagy or Wock', we don't pour that
We catch him out, off his top, nigga, no hat
Skinny as fuck, know my pockets, they so fat
We do not talk to the cops, we ain't no rats
I break her heart after I break a ho back
I'll have lil' bro slime you out, swear he so slatt
Took me a trip from the floor, where the O at?
Bougie lil' bitch never been where it snow at
Hop in the AMG, know I'm gon float that
Unky addicted, he like, "Where the four at?"
Why you got sticks if you know you won't blow that?
Counting up racks, finna shoot where some more at
We get the drop, you know we where the dough at
Pop out with weapons, they knowing we don't lack
Niggas ain't cut from my cloth, you can't sow that

[Outro]
Huh, yeah
ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, man
You know what the fuck going on, you know that's on every song, man
Real ShittyBoy shit, she gon' fuck 'cause the ShittyBoyz lit
But you know that, yeah though