Tsa freestyle

[Verse]
Number (N)ine jeans on me
Number (N)ine jeans too flee
Just got the pack I got it for free
Beam on the Glock, you could get leaked
I'm in NY with my bro Alyx
Too much gas, can't even breathe
Boy you in last, can't even see
Can't come round, boy you a lame
I just hopped off of the plane
I'm pourin' drop, this ain't no plain
I got a chop, this ain't no game
Real hitters, I don't say no names
We'll get them if he hit on us
Real sippin' don't drink the same
I hit that boy in his gut
Still trippin' if he try to run, FMJ inside this gun
Boy, you could get popped in your chest
He talking, we lay him to rest
We shot him went right through his vest
His death is the promise we kept
If you want a problem then pull up
Like who do I gotta murk next
The bank really hate me cause I'm in that bitch everyday and I'm cashing a check
Smokin' yo bro and we tappin' our necks
Move through the city, the feds on my jock
I'm way too hot, boy I can't even live
I'm way too high, boy I can't even walk
Way too up and I know they sick
We got the addy, we got the drop
I bought a Glock and it came with a switch
Is you gon live, probably not
I spent your rent on a bottle of tris
He wanna copy the drop
I'm round blue strips like a Crip
I spent 210 on a watch
Your rent in my cup, boy you can't get a sip
Pop that boy off for not lockin' his lips
You talking hot and your block gettin' lit
Stay with the heat if I'm takin a trip
Sneaking a Glock through TSA
Spilling your DNA
I'm on yo block like PSA
I just hopped off of the plane
I just hopped off of the plane
I cannot be round no lame
I can not rock wit these kids
They would switch on their brother for fame