Let Loose Freestyle

[Intro]
Yo Rittchie, hit that shit
Ayy

[Verse]
Just a couple, fuck a couple, bitch I need the whole thing
Hit a stain off the paint, brodie make the chopper sing
Real bitch, yeah I'm real, bosski make her pop pills
O-P-P, you gon' squeal, it's still beat the case appeal
Opp bitch, stop bitch, I can get you popped bitch
Load it up and it's tucked, F&N and Glock bitch
I can't walk in the scene bitch, without my mopstick
At the party loaded up in the parking lot bitch
Desert eagle, big body, we can make a nigga fire
Birkin bag, new whip, sleeves hangin' out the side
All my NSB bitches and you know that they gon' ride
If you sour you should see me, put the toolies to his eye
That's your son, fuck your son, I had to make his mama cry
Put a stack on his head, had to make the nigga die
Brand new shit, chop him up like a sweet potato pie
I'm a young boss bitch and you know I stay fly, ayy
These niggas lookin' for me, they know just like where I'm at
These bitches broke as fuck, yeah they only get a stack
It's a stack on my head, bitch that's chump change
Bitch I put a whole fifty on your fuckin' brain
And now you scared bitch, boots stomp you out
We gon' shoot, I'm a fool with the tool
Act up, it's on you, aim it right and now you through
Jordan whippin' through my jewels
Baddest bitch in the school, ayy
Suited up, Timbs on, grimy ho
Glock 17's all around me ho
Now I got the police at your mama door
Cryin' to her knees, droppin' to the floor
Sorry lil' bitch, I just shot your son ho
Should've never borrowed money 'cause he fuckin' short me dough
Gave his ass a whole thing and he only saved a four
Now he got a fuckin' bullet chillin' in his fuckin' dome, ayy
Hundreds, fifties, hundreds, if a hooker fuck a break
I brought all my niggas with me and we faded off that stank
Matter fact bitch where my money? Bitch you broke, I'm gettin' paid
'Fore I slide onto your block and put this Ruger to your face
Bitch stop talkin', you an opp, ho just stop, you a pop
Extended clip, forty Glock, now you lookin' off the clock
Bitch don't show me what's about that money or you gettin' rocked
'Cause these bitches keep a chop, and you know my shit is hot
And this two-two in my sock, just to make a nigga drop
The same way I drop the top, when I'm pullin' off the lot
Sneak dissin' get you mopped, run up on me, fifty shot
I ain't never gave a fuck, and it's beef, fuck an opp, bitch