(GOMD) One Mic Freestyle

[Intro]
Yo, why niggas on ya' dick for bro?
Man, I don't even know, like
I'm good, I'm great
Niggas is gettin' shot up, nigga
Niggas is dyin', like, what the fuck?
I'm good, like
Bitches findin' power in numbers thinkin' they doin' shit?
I'm good on my dolo, like
They don't wanna do that
And Tiny, go get that fuckin' baby back, bitch (Ugly ass baby)
(Graah, like)

[Chorus]
These niggas gettin' flocked down, left dead
Bitches lettin' the media get to they head
I ain’t takin' back nothin' that I ever said about them, I just gotta put this shit to bed
Like I been on some new shit
Bitches hoppin' and thinkin' they do shit
They not shootin' nothin', this is stupid
I hate how she rap, word to bro that bitch wack
When that Tiny bitch talk, I wish niggas could mutе it
Like, I had Chica panic and then press mе
I would’ve killed you for smokin' my blood
I threw a hit then bitches started jumpin'
Now, I'ma roll that Chico nigga up (Chico!)
What was the point if bitches wasn’t shootin'?
Like, didn’t Shani wanna get the ones?
I don’t even think bitches know how to fight
Let alone know how to play with them guns

[Verse 1]
Just know it’s a small world in The Bronx
And one by one I'm knockin' off they buns
Y’all wanna play on the gram for some views?
Wait 'till my turn, like, I'ma have some fun
I wanna see what y’all do when y’all dolo
Like, when y'all solo, bitches better run
On the low, I know that bitch a bum
And she done
Tiny on dick, actin' like I’m not gettin' back
Fat bitch, you need to get your daughter back
Everytime you drop a vid’ I'm laughin'
And pick up 14, 'cause lil' bitch I’m still smokin' on that nigga
Chico, I'm rollin' up that nigga (Chicooo!)
I’m too lit, I think my head is gettin' bigger
Young and turnt, bitch you all walkin' bitter, like (Chicooo! Suck my dick, nigga, word to my mother)
I'm gettin' rich and litter even quicker

[Verse 2]
How many opps do I got? Like
How many L’s did I take?
One time is nothin', I never got shot
Cuttin' like Dollie, I never got chased
MB this, MB that, MB what?
All of that Makk shit y'all jackin' erased
'Cause when I see these bitches and get on they case
They get shaky and fold, that's some shit that I hate
And don't think I forgot y'all 800 bitches
Catchin' 800 shots and 800 stitches, damn
On my pussy, they wanna lick it
And I just wanna see 'em and get to clickin'
Don't be on dick and not livin' good
Some of these drill rappers got it bad
And bitches be sellin' cat to get a bag
And niggas gotta rap to keep on livin' lav'

[Chorus]
Homies gettin' flocked down, left dead
Bitches lettin' the media get to they head
I ain’t takin' back nothin' that I ever said about them, I just gotta put this shit to bed
Like I been on some new shit
Bitches hoppin' and thinkin' they do shit
They not shootin' nothin', this is stupid
I hate how she rap, word to bro that bitch wack
When that Tiny bitch talk, I wish niggas could—
Like, I had Chica panic and then press me
I would’ve killed you for smokin' my blood
I threw a hit then bitches started jumpin'
Now, I'ma roll that Chico nigga up
What was the point if bitches wasn’t shootin?
Like, didn’t Shani wanna get the ones?
I don’t even think bitches know how to fight
Let alone know how to play with them guns, like

[Outro]
Graah
Now I'm aimin' for buns
Aim for that one fat bitch on my dick, like
I'ma aim for her tum