Sick freestyle

Intro:
Spark it up, Audio

Verse:
Baby, I don’t know what happened
Pulling up to the block with the MAC-10
If you want beef, nigga, let’s get it crackin’
Swear to God you ain’t picking up traction
Swear to God you not ‘bout that action
[?] and I’m blastin’
I hate you niggas with a fucking passion
Got the choppa [?] I’m never lackin’
15 Xans in my pocket, uh
I’m ‘bout to shoot ‘em just like a racket, yeah [?]
Thought that shit was a chain, but it’s just a locket
Might blow out my brain for a little [?]
Only Lord knows when Imma drop it [?]
Life is tough, I got some obstacles
You Hatin’ me, you didn’t pick up the phone
Man I’m on my own flexing all VLone
Bitch looked up at my diamonds and they two-tone
She gon’ lick up on my dick like an ice cream cone
She just want clout, bitch leave me alone
One gun, break a couple of bones
And you better hide, I’m inside your home
I got the drip from the head to the feet
If you run up with smoke, nigga you gon’ get beat
And I told you two times but I’m not saying three
It’s always fine ‘til the other 223
Glock-19, it gon’ take a mofo’s feet
And bitch I’m in the hills popping pills until I sleep
You don’t like me but my shit on repeat
I’m lonely but yo bitch on my meat
Diamonds all on my neck, yeah they go hard
I’m deaf to the shit like my name was Mozart
Yo shorty is driving, nigga that not your car
Remember the day we was shopping at KMart

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