Youngin Freestyle
T-Rey
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This bitch grindin' on my pants, these a hunnid dollar 'miris She think that she the one but she a season in my series Yeah I told him I got motion, didn't think that I was serious Till I popped out with that red foreign lookin' like a cherry Never been in the system but it's still f*ck the jury My niggas'll turn you to a ghost then we callin' Bill Murray Steppin' on the S550, wasn't even in a hurry Yeah, we hotboxed the whip, step out, my vision blurry Gatekeepin' all my brands so we ain't steppin' in the same shit Niggas tryna come in my life like, stay out my frame bitch Chillin' in my room, tryna stay out the way, bitch She speak English, I speak money, now we mixed up in our language Feelin' too official, might start eatin' at a banquet Might make my first check, won't cash it, Ima frame it A nigga only rappin' ain't claimin' to be a gangster I'm only makin' money, they takin' me for a prankster Top floor shit, y'all niggas waitin' in the lobby They tryna hate on a nigga for makin' money off a hobby Skinny-ass nigga with green eyes, no Dobby Same hoe you was cryin' over, is the same hoe givin' me sloppy I ran that money up and now these niggas tryna top me Yeah, a nigga too good, so if I do bad, she won't block me These ratchet-ass hoes, group of friends, poppin' roxy So if they out the next day, you won't need an autopsy Pullin' hoes up off the bench and now a nigga feelin' godly Yeah, she puttin' on the ELF and now her lips be lookin' glossy Yeah I find out who to trust, but still got scars up in my back Trey gettin' money 'til my vision fade to black 007 how she spyin' on my page I be in class, ridin' lyrics, gave a f*ck about a grade Niggas see me gettin' famous then they really wanna glaze See me gettin' all this money, then they fillin' up with rage I'm a youngin' for life, don't ever tell me I act my age I want the Maybach black with the seats bein' beige Yeah, Ima dabble in rap because a nigga feelin' curious And when I'm up on the stage, got the crowd movin' delirious This bitch grindin' on my pants, these a hunnid dollar 'miris She think that she the one, but she a season in my series Yeah, I told them I got motion, didn't think that I was serious So I popped out with that red foreign lookin' like a chair Never been in the system, but it's still f*ck the jury My niggas turn you to a ghost, then we callin' Bill Murray Steppin' on the S550 wasn't even in the hurry Yeah, we hotbox the whip, step out, my vision blurry
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