No Friends Freestyle

[Intro: Jacob Cayde]
Woah
Woah (Kartier on the beat)
Ayy, yuh, ayy, yuh, yuh
Okay, alright

[Verse 1: Jacob Cayde]
I like my bitches bad (Yuh), you can't relate
They scream my name at the shows (Yuh), they know my name
Don't want the celebrity status (Yuh), not in it for fame
And all you hoes tried to play me, but I am no game, yuh
Don't put my name in your mouth, better take notes 'cause your boy ballin' out
Flickin' the wrist, now watch out
You copy style, no doubt
Don't bring your girl around, she doesn't want you I promise
She wants a taste of the sweet life, I'm honest
Let's put the money beyond us, no green in your pockets
Now bro, let's be honest, yuh
Nothin' in my closet that isn't designer
Rockin' the Louis, the Dolce Gabbana
Livin' my life how the way that I wanna
No one gon' stop me from gettin' my hunnids
Relying on likes in all of your comments to keep yourself conscious
Now girl, that shit dummy
How 'bout you stack up your money?
If you decide that you want me then don't be so cocky
Hoe, you ain't pretty, all of your boys wanna be me (Yuh)
Ice on my wrist, now you see me (Yuh)
Had a brain blast, call me Jimmy, woah
Yeah, I got petty (Woo)
I'm a good cook, no Betty (Woo)
I'mma steal your bitch, don't let me
If you hit my phone, don't text me, yuh

[Interlude: ACOT]
ACOT
Freestyle, ayy, yuh

[Verse 2: ACOT]
Really had no friends, I'm too busy gettin' top
Gettin' dome at her home, and her mans, he a fan
He at work while she twerk on my dick, life's a bitch
I'm a chick, lipstick on my dick, what is this?
Brad Pitt, had to snap, snow bunny in my lap
Honey suck me like a frapp, wanna fuck but I'ma pass, see
I'd rather get some head, then I wanna go to bed
Baby, all about my bread, baby, all about my guap, uh
Never flop, uh, dirty like a cop, uh, woah
Smokin' pot, yuh, coke all in my sock, uh, damn

[Outro: ACOT]
Alright, I'm done
Yuh, ACOT