West Coast Freestyle Pt. 2

Money comin' in, can't complain

Gotta make sure all my business steady right, what you wishin' for?

Hop up on this dick, you slore

Top up on the kitchen floor, all the tables dirty from that res' on the quarter pie

Roll ya eyes at me lil' girl, I'm a rock ya lil' world, cop that pref

"Can ya dick me on ya wishes" she want lots of hugs and kisses

She forgot to tuck the biscuits, tried to tell her it's her fault

Fuckin' broad gave me her income tax, I'll push out and then come stacks

I'll pull out and then come back, niggaz just love my style

I'm a beast, just with this rappin' shit, he gon' run up and clap him quick

He gon' make me slap the bitch, grab the shit, certified with my stamp

Like, "Quarantine? Yeah, that's the shit"

Make 'em see the difference in my game, gotta make that new transition

Got these niggaz, they so envious, Benzy's, he's the stingiest

Give my booger zilch, warm me up, go get the quilt

Got whitey like that 5th of milk

Get the silk Louie or that Gucci hat, baby either, or

I got cake, independent, I don't need these whores

Got me on the line, gotta make the two, pressure on my back

I ain't stoppin' kuz I go so hard, speed up kuz they know the car

Creep up kuz they know it's hard, cross my heart, hope to die

Woozy from that Grand Cru, movie, all the mans whoo

Nigga fuck you worried 'bout my gram dukes

Pockets, two lumps like a camel, animal, oww

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Thanks for bringin' it back, nigga this is that gangsta shit

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And when there's beef we run and go get them tankers quick

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I don't care what they say, nigga I'm Gain Greene for life

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You better watch yo' money nigga, we want your life