West Coast Freestyle

[Intro:]
Uh
[?] on the track, ayy
*whistle*
Uh

[Verse:]
I ain't Blood, but a Blood bitch was spillin' blood for me
I done gave her 42, for whoever dubbed for me
I been ridin' wit' arms, reach and get a hug from it
If you was dyin' on life support, you could get unplugged from it
Laid his ass but got to switchin' when I do his ass like grandma did
Speakin' on JB, you must not know I come from grandma wig
I was at the do' when y'all was searchin', bitch, I never hid
Niggas talm'bout smoke, but they ain't croak, you niggas smokin' mid
[?] like two of ya, hope you understood it
Somewhere G jumpin' like the Cutlass in the hood is
Fightin' through his place, makin' explosions where the wood is
Got 'em doin' bad, 'cause they be overlook my goodness
Barack Obama wit' the .44 Bulldog
Get away wit' murder, niggas tellin', bitch, they fooled y'all
Hop out bussin', lead 'em, car ridin', niggas schooled y'all
Spinnin' 'till they move, we the mothafuckin' U-Haul
She look at me like, "Why you fuck me like that?"
Bitch, I'ma gangster, paranoia got me clutchin' my strap
Don't give a fuck if you can't breathe, have an asthma attack
Baby suckin', made me jump up like a panic attack
Uh-huh
Trap still jumpin', guns still bussin'
Switchblade, switch stays, me and Coco still huntin'
Caught a plug, he in Cuba, he put coco in the luggage
Send it to the edge of Florida, we gon' pick it up and cut it, uh-huh
Niggas said they servin', they must work at Hooters
If my car break down, I'm gon' spin him on a scooter
I'm havin' real exotic bags, this shit smell like manure
I'm talm'bout higher than the Earth, this shit will have yo' ass on Jupiter
I'm tutorin' tutorers, easy like it's lube in her
Keys like a computer, she done set up, I'ma shoot at her
Fuck her from the side, she feel me rubbin' on her uterus
I wouldn't fuck you good if my body count wasn't numerous
I'm sorry
I'm that nigga when I walk into the party, yeah right
Ain't shit changin', the same spot wit' straps every night
Niggas bitches, I'ont believe 'em, got a pussy, hairy dyke
Ye'ain't got yo' own change of clothes, niggas sharin' lives

[Outro:]
Uh, uh, uh, right
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