Game Over Freesyle

[Verse 1]
Aw shit y'all done fucked up letting me get on Flip beat
Swerving in a Six speed Lamb with a big freak
Swinging in that candy paint Evisu jeans and big tees
Remember when I bought my range and now I stay with a rich B
Same young nigga still swerving in a big truck
Counting all my racks up rubber bands stacked up
Both Bape's untied damn near almost tripped up
Money stained my white tee damn I gotta switch up
Big racks on me I got bands hoe dance ho
Said she got a band what the fuck she need a man for
Drip on my body what the fuck I need to stand for
Big booty hottie in the back I got a tan ho
This nigga tripping, this nigga tripping
Move like a motherfucking fire flame piston
Still in that Six swerving 'round still drifting
Still H-Town hold it down still tipping

[Interlude]
"These cats is always repping each other! Always talking about the Dirty South as if you're all one crew." "That's what we 'bout y'know sticking together. Together we stand, divided we fall and we don't give a damn about y'all!"

[Verse 2]
Got Dark Knight whips slide nigga slide or die
Big money shit count it up make it fly
These ho's talk a lot ho's love to lie
Money in my pocket motherfucker I'm ready to die
Shoot a bitch quick drop top X6
Pop out the roof ha peek-a-boo bitch
I don't love a ho nigga I couldn't love a bitch
Money in my pocket you can tell I'm getting rich