Fairfax Freestyle

[Intro]
Ayy, bitch (Go)
You know, real Murdaworth shit (Real Murdaworth shit, bitch, ayy)
I ain't been on here in a minute, man, you know (I'm talkin' 'bout, bitch, go, ayy)
I'm talkin' 'bout (You know, ayy)
I'm on the Xanax and I'ma call it a flat and leave it at that, you know (Bitch, ayy, uh)
And we be in your city, you don't even hidin' it, yo (Ayy)

[Chorus]
I'm tryna see why niggas be cappin', I been gettin' money, I throw it at bitches for fun
In this bitch? Then you better have a gun, they wanna be me, huh, I'm calling 'em sons
He come to the spot, get freaky, bust down a ho, bust down another for the road
I can make this shit look easy, bust down a Rolls, I can make this shit too cold
Mr. Bust-Down-Two-Hoes, I don't care 'bout the rates, bitch, I ain't picky
Double back on that block and shit get sticky
Jay and Dee want the switch, hand me thе semi
When I make shit lеak red, that shit look pretty
I might buy her a new hair to get a Brazilly
All the shit in my closet be foreign, from Italy
I change the color of a pop, reptilian

[Verse]
Pull up on his block, that's a sticky predicament
Pull off with your thot, then I'm stickin' my dick in it
I got a Gen4 Glock, got two with a dick in it
Pull off on the laws, I ain't finna get ticketed
She just wan' fuck gang (Ayy), I'm tryna see what her brain be talkin' 'bout
I'm tryna get me a chain (Ayy), if Jay don't like 'em, then Lil' Dee walk 'em down
They be saying I'm insane, I be like, "Dang, hit up Johnny Dang"
The wrist be hittin', it bling, why they in they hood if that ain't what he bang?
Okay, walk down lil' bro fade, shit, in LA, I fucked me an Asian, bitch
Mexican, white ho, black bitches, huh, I ain't finna say shit
We get payback on all our opps, no cap, boy, it's a cold case in this bitch
Get wacked, boy, thinkin' 'bout savin' that bitch
Lil' Dee cross-country with a QP on it
Glock 30 with a .50 and that bitch pee on ya
ARP or the Drac', or the one with the beam on it
Came like a crutch when lil' bro lean on it
Bitch, I been gone for too long, the beat feel a lil' off, to be honest
Your Wock' a lil' off, to be a honest
Your thot a lil' off, to be honest, a lil' Thotiana
We pull on the opps, to be honest
We spray up they block, to be honest, we ain't with the drama
I'ma take off like a comet, she wanna eat me like Sonic (Bitch, ayy)
Ain't gon' lie, I been on it, I been the shit before comics (Bitch, uh)
I been the shit before retro, fuck nigga, I wasn't even born yet (Bitch, ayy)
Bro got the dope on the Greyhound, happy and I ain't even scored yet (Bitch)
I been going for like two minutes, y'all happy 'cause I don't even do that
Like Jay say, shots ain't coming at me? Then boy, who the fuck did you shoot at? (Ayy, bitch)
You gettin' money? Then prove that, I ain't gotta prove shit, pockets got hangtime
I'm talkin', we don't do wallets and waste time
I'm talkin' 'bout, I'm tryna count it, bro, take five
Money counter count it, I'ma count it at the same time
Money counter count it, if I count it, it'll take time
That's yo' lil' chain? I'ma pull up and take mine
Killin' these niggas who thinkin' 'bout takin' mine

[Chorus]
I'm tryna see why niggas be cappin', I been gettin' money, I throw it at bitches for fun
In this bitch? Then you better have a gun, they wanna be me, huh, I'm calling 'em sons
He come to the spot, get freaky, bust down a ho, bust down another for the road
I can make this shit look easy, bust down a Rolls, I can make this shit too cold
Mr. Bust-Down-Two-Hoes, I don't care 'bout the rates, bitch, I ain't picky
Double back on that block and shit get sticky
Jay and Dee want the switch, hand me the semi
When I make shit leak red, that shit look pretty
I might buy her a new hair to get a Brazilly
All the shit in my closet be foreign, from Italy
I change the color of a pop, reptilian

[Outro]
On the Xanax right now, call it a flat and leave it at that