Quiet Storm (Freestyle)

[Intro: S.dot]
45, We do this shit forreal
45 shit forreal
Six'O we do this shit man
365 24/7 all that shit
45 shit man
Dont get me started tho man
You know?
Gang!
Lets get it

[Verse 1:S.dot]
Dropped a few singles got 'em on my dick
Truth be told i'm the hottest from the six
Green beam with the scope i'm a spot him every rip
I was born 95 been a problem ever since
Do a hit switch whips
I just wanna get rich
Roll doinks get lit
I'm a dog get bit
That forty go click click, Slap the fifty in
And i'm always in the hood like a engine is
I swear these niggas act like bitches super sensitive
No sneaky talk pull up on them what the issue is
That's a thot on my line and she feeling me too
I'm a go and dick her down thats what gentleman do
Niggas couldn't walk a mile in my timberland boots
Call my bullets ups how im sending them thru
Young nigga need a check like its on the first
Sipping on some syrup cause that liquor make my stomach hurt
Set-trippin lacking get a goofy put up on a shirt
Drop it on the scale with a pot it's time to go to work
Chiraq it's a drill if you scared nigga go to church
Ski mask in the van now we on alert
Talking down get exposed with yo hating ass
Niggas bruford they be softer then a baby ass
Call my phone if it ain't guowp conversation dead
Money on the other line you better make it fast
I'm the type to take a flight to go and chase a bag
You just work a 9-5 with your basic ass
If you looking like a stain then we taking that
Stunting on the six run up on em with a Jason mask, face his ass
I was broke down bad niggas used to laugh, till I dropped a mixtape got me in my bag
All these rap niggas trash got me getting mad
If you see me with a thot I was getting head
Flying out to Queens that's the next spot
Tell Epic point me to the trap-spot
I'm Dotarachi or I'm S.dot
And niggas know I do it big like caps lock
Flashlight on the glizzy I tax that, you ain't never gotta ask if I got that
And I don't put pipes on my snapchat, cuz in real life you get clapped at
How niggas only hitters on the internet
Fuck that drop your location and adress
Smoking dead niggas get whiff of that
Pullup on them put a end to all that chitter-chat
Sliding in the Nissan max and its tinted black blicking at his fitted cap how he gon remember that
If you want dot for a verse you got to sent a check
Finesse gang we the best I don't think they get it yet