One Mic Freestyle

[Intro]
Bow, bow, bow-bow-bow, nigga
Bow-bow-bow, ahh (Damn, Aston, mhmm)
It's that Dudeylo, nigga, man (He ain't goin' nowhere)
Every fuckin' track, you heard
Shot after fuckin' shot (He right there, ayo, DD, get that nigga)
Bow, ahh
(K—K—Kentracks gottem, they make a bag)
Like, ahh (Where you goin')
Ahh, ahh-ahh-ahh, nigga
Where you goin', like
Where the fuck is he goin'? (Ayo, RG, get that nigga)
Ahh, ahh (Ayo)
Baow-baow-baow, nigga (He right there, ahh)
Ahh-ahh-ahh, nigga (Come here)
Ahh

[Chorus]
Bro said, "Look, it's a crowd"
I'm like, "Bet, everybody get down"
Smokin' on Wuskii, h—h—he drowned
Tell his jet, "Get bro dick out his mouth"
I—I—I'm Mr. Throw When Nobody Around
Big .40, can tell by the sound
They not on they block, then we go to they house
No respect, put the gun in they mouth

[Verse 1]
I-I smoke Yellow, I smoke Noah
I smoke some bloods, I smoke some rollas
I do not smoke Doo Wop, that nigga a floater
Like, g—get out my ear when I'm throwin'
Me and RG on the opps, then we—
Me and RG on the opps, then we focused
Like, fuck Yus, that nigga be trollin'
His drip be bogus
He got shot, b—but I noticed
He sit back and just be on the O's dick
We got so many clips on that block
Like, how many got hit on that block?
Matt tried to run, and got spliffed on that block
Like, shh, they know what we did on that block
He said what? He did that to who?
That nigga a bitch, I don't know what he do
O—O—OGzK, we gon' get wit' 'em soon
YGK, niggas know what we do
L—L—Like, shh got put on the news
Free all the bros, til' they be back soon
Do-Do a drill in a Hellstar shirt and Amiri
When I'm flickin' and shit, bitch, I like to be fancy
This .380 be comin' in handy
It can fit in the Louis V fanny
When you walkin' past us, take your mask down
We don't like how they move, then we back out
With this beam, I can see in a blackout
A—A—Ain't it crazy how C-Hii a pack now?
He was just rappin' 'bout all of these head pops
Then he lacked, got his head popped (Lacker)
For a thot, why he did that? (Lacker)
Now his pops gotta get back (Like)

[Chorus]
Bro said, "Look, it's a crowd" (He right there)
I'm like, "Bet, everybody get down"
Smokin' on Wuskii, h—h—he drowned (He drowned, ahh ha)
Tell his jet, "Get bro dick out his mouth"
I—I—I'm Mr. Throw When Nobody Around
Big .40, can tell by the sound
They not on they block, then we go to they house
No respect, put the gun in they mouth

[Verse 2]
Jeepers Creepers
L—L—Like, who really gon' sweep up the Sweepers?
We gon' see on the day that I meet 'em
Th—Th—Th—They gon' see how I step when I greet 'em, bow, bow (C'mere)
Back to the Johnson niggas
How the fuck is they smokin' my mans? (Wuskii)
I'm startin' to think that these niggas is fans
We can link up, stop the cap on the 'Gram
L—L—Like, they come in that car one more time, I'mma fire
They don't stop, I'mma throw at they tires (Baow Baow Baow)
I keep clickin' until I get tired
If he say I ain't flick, then he lyin'

[Outro]
Baow, baow-baow-baow, nigga
Baow-baow-baow, nigga, baow-baow-baow
Where you goin'?
Ahh, ahh, baow-baow-baow, nigga
Baow-baow-baow, nigga, baow-baow-baow
Baow-baow-baow