It’s A Freestyle

[Intro]
(DJ Phat, aw man)
2K
PSG, G
(Aye moe, that's DJ Phat)
(SwxffT)

[Chorus]
I'm in that foreign shit, might do a hit out the back
Got a foreign bitch love when I hit from the back
I be scorching shit, big four-fifth with the thirty attached
Fucked up lil' nigga never had shit now I just thumb through them racks
I do big shit gotta ride Glock in my lap
Like a hit stick Glock he just blew out his back
I'm a trap nigga got a ghost-glow put the hood on the map
Don't fuck up your re-up tryna keep up I keep me a sack
Catch a opp I'm a reaper I creep up we might leave his brains in his lap
When I'm off them jammers, big .50 why tote a standard?
I got bad bitch, she eat the dick up on camera
I got a Glock with the switch I been geeking to blam him
I'm 2Ks you need a Drac' and a [?]

[Verse]
I'm in the trap play the ki's like piano
I bust your bank I can really bring bags out
Youngin' a loose scrеw, don't mean to spaz out
Really will shoot you, Glock make him pass out
Bag mе a nigga take him back to the Glasshouse
I'm laughing at niggas the fuck-nigga assed out
I'm sending them shells they ain't taking my ass out
Get them packs through the mail got me dishing the gas out
I switch up the cutter the chop make him dance now
Get them racks through the dealer I'm putting them bands down
Glock 26 gen-5 knock his ass down
Shawty been goofy, nigga was a class clown
I bust me a script for the drank I don't cash out
Nigga I want racks, the fuck is a CashApp?
I really got shit stacked up at the stash house
High off them Percocet's geeking to crash out
Pouring up purple, don't fuck with the green
[?] drank in the trap house late-night serving the fiend
[?] bowl got me scraping and scratching the bean
[?] Percocet's itching and knodding off [?]
[?] gotta watch for the [?]
We ain't stopping shit ain't no shots out the store
[?] shots trying to send him to The Lord
The nigga's a goofy, [?]

[Chorus]
I'm in that foreign shit, might do a hit out the back
Got a foreign bitch love when I hit from the back
I be scorching shit, big four-fifth with the thirty attached
Fucked up lil' nigga never had shit now I just thumb through them racks
I do big shit gotta ride Glock in my lap
Like a hit stick Glock he just blew out his back
I'm a trap nigga got a ghost-glow put the hood on the map
Don't fuck up your re-up tryna keep up I keep me a sack
Catch a opp I'm a reaper I creep up we might leave his brains in his lap
When I'm off them jammers, big .50 why tote a standard?
I got bad bitch, she eat the dick up on camera
I got a Glock with the switch I been geeking to blam him
I'm 2Ks you need a Drac' and a [?]

[Outro]
(Damn DJ Phat, you stay dropping heat)