Full House Freestyle

[Intro]
I got 20 on my beat (On my beat)
Ayy, what the fuck?
Ayy, damn, ayy

[Verse]
House full of opps, fuck it, slide on the block, go and shoot that shit up
.223's and that .556, you better put that .22 up
A lot of niggas be gangsters until they hear the fucking shots
I was trappin' at school, had zones on the bus
And this Glock hold 12, I ain't talking Andrew Luck
My money got big, so my guns did it, so you know I'm on a whole lotta fuck shit
Gucci suit, I ain't rockin' no truck fit
She sucked the dick, got a four piece nugget
White runtz and you smell it, it's potent
Hit a lick, then I go buy some Rick Owens
I'ma stay Glock on me and it's showin'
The security try to act like they ain't even notice
Keep it lowkey, trap out the Ford Focus
Your bitch gave me top while the door is open
Knock a nigga out, feel like I'm George Foreman
Who is he? I don't know, he a fucking corny
Talk to 12, you must be an informant, in my city they treat me important
Send a diss, it's extort
Slide in your stu', hit your ass while you recordin'
Pussy nigga done got some heart, 'bout to crash his whip, call him Earnhardt
Your bitch give me brain, she very smart
Then she take a nap like a kindergartener
I got the rocket, no James Harden
So many pounds like I got a garden
Remember I was broke, they left me starvin'
Now I'm fuckin' kickin' hoes out like I'm Martin
Up the Glock on him
Damn, he sharted (Damn)
I meant to say shitted, no leg shots, bitch, I aim at the fitted
Roll up a blunt, get some head for ten minutes
AC blowin' and the windows tinted
Cut a bitch off, yeah, I quitted, play with her heart like a Sega Genesis
High tech, I ain't drinkin' no Hennessy, smoke a nigga like he J.F. Kennedy
I'm high as fuck, I'm up where the ceiling be
These lame ass niggas be killin' me
Talkin' 'bout they gon' do this and that, 'til I catch him lackin' with his bitch
Big dawg, yeah, I shoot with the pit, I kept on shooting 'cause it don't got no kick

[Outro]
Boom