PIGET FREESTYLE

[verse 1]
I don't see some shit on niggas
I know i'm tryn' shit on niggas
I ain't tryna rest a bitch, but ion do that pimpin' shit
Fuck thee niggas wildin' for?
Mama's not tryn' miss a kid
Pack yo shit up ho let's go
I already know how this shit get
Run him down like, what's the matter?
He outside he must've had it
Bookbag on me wit' that rich
Put bodies on it's a brand new pattern
New coupe sauce, they really matter
Pussy niggas they pitty-pat
My chop wan' fuck, bitch i don't rock
No home stick, don't know who that
Brand new overalls like Wreck-it-Ralph
Nigga scared he hecking out
Don't got no pairs he passing doubts
Yea that's a dog in the bookbag, let it out
He tryna run from the sickness, fuck nigga sweat it out

[verse 2]
She said she can't run from me, i just know i'm lit
Shе said i'm unescapable, I JUST KNOW I'M LIT
If you try to set somе rules, i'm stepping on them bitches
Niggas wasn't on my route, they following that shit
I know i can't miss now
Ima pull his bitch now
The drop start, rack up at noon
He tapping out, he missing out
Long day run, get home soon
Down for the count, no kickin' out
Now i got my own room, my sisters got good living now
Bitch i'm up in LA ski
Upside home, i know they dread
My son know tryn' get up now
Brand new problem we get him hit
These niggas bite out my style
I don't care what i want for this
Surrounded but i'm the lonely child
I just had to own that shit
Young nigga moved up no taco, yea you know i'm stepping out
Watch the game i live with pops tho, too much green i'm losing count
Brand new suit now, i'm the combo, i'm too high can't hear me now
Throw the stick right thru the drop fold, he ain't die you gon see me pout
I'm like 'woah there', that's a brand new hat
Fold em, laundry mat, pussy niggas wear your cap
Flying off, hop up on the gram these racks i'm signing off
They gon have to put his picture up, then hittas fried him off