*YA’DIG* freestyle

[Intro]
Skkrrrrrttt, pussy

[Verse 1]
Bitch you steady capping flexing heavy
You ain't really bout that shit
Pussy clock, said he down to ride, man I doubt that shit
I was down bad, I hit the bank with the counterfeit
I can fuck with new niggas, I can't fuck with you nigga
I ain't had shit, I had to make a move
What you tryna do?
What you got to lose?
Aye, these niggas swear they tough
They got a lot to prove
Yeah, I just run it up
I got a lot to prove
Keep this shit a hunned, I don't need no friends
No he not my partner, no he not my man's
Where yo ass when I ain't have no bands
Boy you lost yo mind, you must be taking xans
What I smoke in Cali that gelatto pack
If the bitch a baddie, she get followed back
You going like a ho, you going like a bitch
We can't run up nothing, boy you bound to snitch
And if you talking beef, let's keep that in the streets
These niggas all on twitter fucking sending tweets
A hundred in the game, you can call me Wilt
And you just been a stain, out here in the field
I don't need no game, let me keep it real
Yeah, motherfuck the fame, I don't need no deal
Yeah, my brody caught a body that was self-defense
A nigga tried to press him, where his common sense
Only god can save him, ? of his sins
I'm racing towards that paper, bitch I gotta win
These stupid groupie hoes, always tryna flock
And these goofy groupie niggas always on my jock
She fuck me for some clout, I'm so cool with that
I fucked her in her mouth, she gone chew with that
And then I kicked her out, she gotta move with that
I took the money route I can't lose with that
Good gas, good gas come and hit this dope
Good gas, pressure pack got it for the low
Bitch I'm bout my bread, know I need a loaf
Took off like a jet, I'm touring coast to coast
I'm not tryna brag, I'm not tryna boast
But bitch I came from nothing now let's make a toast

[Outro]
Ya'dig, Ya'dig, Ya'dig, Ya'dig, Skrrrrt Skrrttt