Freestyle (Pt. 3)

[Intro]
Part 3 or somethin'
They'd been beggin' me for this shit too
Take it easy
I'ma go and spas to em, I say

[Freestyle]
On 2Cups
A lot of my opps got me fucked up
Shorty gone eat, like I took her to the lunch truck
You dumb fuck
A lotta niggas talking that don’t know shit
But I know a lotta niggas with guns that ain't know shit
But all I know is smoke shit, tote shit, poke shit
All I know is street shit. Want beef? I'll roast shit
I been spitting heat, but the past weeks I ain't wrote shit
Phony ass niggas only call me when they want shit
Promise I don't owe shit, if I owe you then you beat
For a feature you get taxed, If you my homie then its free
If you lacking while its cracking, I'ma do you like they’ll do me
Cause I know I can't get no pass
When they catch me they on my ass
That's why I gotta keep this bitch right next to me
Fuck nigga get popped like ecstasy
She like “slow down, you in too deep. you on my ass” to me
I totes the 4 pound, riding round in these streets
Nigga won’t get the best of me
Cause them hollows be burning nigga no Ray Sherman
You ain't gotta flex for me, 'cause I ain't got no type nigga
Like a dyke nigga, I don’t like niggas
Shells bigger than shark teeth, take a chunk out you - It’ll bite niggas
This life come with death or the can, I don’t see why it still excite niggas
Free the guys, still sending kites nigga
Blessings on the cases that they fighting nigga, 'cause I done been in that jail
So free Leeky and Clam
Shout out to PBG Bandz, smoke dope by the gram
Know I don’t give a damn, let my 40 spray like its PAM
They know I go ham
Once i let this bitch blam
You better hope this bitch jam
I don’t fuck with niggas just like Uncle Sam
But stay with a couple killers off the yam
So shout out to Juicy, he a fool with that tooly
Die 5, but i fuck with the Hoolies
Don’t fuck with no goofies
Once you come to our town you gone see it go down like the movies
Shout out my nigga Snake Face
I need something at least hold 17 shots fuck a .38
In the field we don’t play safe
Give you hollows and have your shit looking like Blake face
So take it easy, before you end up like Teezy
And my wrist be on freezy
Call Savage Sheen tell him bring me the gleezy
He like fuck that shit boy I'm going with you
You blow, I'm blowing with you
We double breasted
You take one, I take one, I'm scoring with you
I'ma cross the street, You gon' walk up on em
They ain't even gone know I'm with you
Me and bro get to blowing from 2 different angles
You ain't even gon' know what hit you
Swear my shoes won't fit you
Nigga wouldn't believe all the shit that I been through
Everybody got my name in they mouth tryna get a lil' clout
What you want me to diss you?
RIP 2cups, Poohbear, Big eazy and Pep, on bro I miss you
Free the guys so when i get signed you still got a bond
I'm coming to get you