Going On Tour Freestyle

[Intro]
Yeah (Uh), uh (Uh), uh (Okay, look), yeah (Yah)

[Chorus]
Going on tour, 'bout to rent out the Sprinter
The paper we got wouldn't fit in the printer
I'm putting that wood through his skin like a splinter
I plan out my moves but don't use an agenda
Don't say [?] or they get dismembered
You must've forgot so I'll make you remember
The flow been so hot it could burn like a ember
Don't do it for money, I do it for pleasure

[Verse]
Keep tryna step on the toes, get kicked in the throat
They wonder when I'ma explode
I spent some time on my own, unwind and unload
Then kicked up my feet on the door, it's funny
Back in the day I just wasn't that lucky
Now I got bitches that's begging to suck me
[?] the [?], you can't even touch me
I'm a big dog, you my son, just a puppy
Calm down, you ain't built like that (Okay)
They can talk but they cannot scrap (No, no)
It's a lot of cargo on my back (Yeah, yeah)
Don't get sent to the beach like Sam (Death Stranding, hah)
Eating escargot, you a snail (Lil' bitch)
Seven years on the ground like a rail (Uh-huh)
I was too underground for a deal (Lil' bitch)
Now I'm too outta touch with appeal (Uh-huh)
And I'm gone like I pop me a pill (Let's go)
Running deep, pockets fat like a deal (Lil' bitch)
Touch the money, we speaking in braille (Uh-huh)
If he float like a boat, set sail (Okay)
And she give me good brain like Yale, huh (Okay, look, uh)
I been king of the hill like Dale, uh (Okay)
Y'all ain't touching the top and fail, uh (Okay, look, uh-huh)
Drop your body off Hell in a Cell, uh (Yeah, okay)
Finish this sentence, we straight to the point
Head or it's tail either way like a coin
.30 clip hanging, it look like a groin
Boy, stop tryna talk, we don't play with them toys
Huh, nah (Fukkit), boy, stop tryna talk, we don't play with them toys
I don't come with suppressor, we tryna make noise
And his ass on a stretcher for tryna be coy

[Interlude]
Way too much money we counting to be worried about that bullshit (Yo, Fukkit, [?], you're the best, dude)
Y'all really gotta stop tripping, man (You're the best)
Shut the fuck up, man (Oh), shut up (Alright), shut up
Get the fuck out, man (Geez, man)
We counting money in this bitch (Fuck, man, Jesus Christ)
Relax, relax

[Chorus]
Going on tour, 'bout to rent out the Sprinter
The paper we got wouldn't fit in the printer
I'm putting that wood through his skin like a splinter
I plan out my moves but don't use an agenda
Don't say [?] or they get dismembered
You must've forgot so I'll make you remember
The flow been so hot it could burn like a ember
Don't do it for money, I do it for pleasure