FREE-STYLE, MY STYLE AIN’T FREE - Freestyle

Tic tac toe, on your hoe
Bruddas know that I get it in and go home (Meow)
Big buds to the dome
Selling beats through my iPhone
And I'm spitting till I'm shining like chrome bars
Your brain can't hack
My lyrics come like a slap, to your girl's back
I'm getting stacks, that's a fact (Meow)
I grind and I mash
My lyrical weapon goes click clack
My nigga don't come back pal
Drive the tune, fly to the moon
Then sip juice, got the angles man, she so acute (Meow)
I make moves, bruddas know I ain't still like you
You fuck with me, and me too, I'm swerving in my coupe
Two two's, man you're wack, nigga tell the truth
Your bitch knew she fuck with me, and my friends too (Meow)
(Oof)
When was you (?) man I ain't got time
Ain't in my prime, no discussion (Uh), I'm due to shine
I'm that brudda with the slick flow like jigga
Basquiat, I'm painting all these vivid pictures (Meow)
All these bruddas know that I'm the clearest winner
Ima hit her, then I go and hit my swisher
Never sipping liquor, she's a sexy bummer
See a sexy chicka (nice), but I never pick her (Meow)
I'm a picky nigga, not a silly nigga
Come in way more bigger, man I change the weather aye

(Meow)