9/10 Freestyle
Tilly
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A young ni**a back on the road Just got a call from A1 And he say he up one So my ni**a gone front me a load I'm finna flip it, then count up my digits Then give it right back to him, that be my bro And this is not my first lap around the park I do this sh*t so much, they think that I'm a pro Keep that on the low dawg (Low dawg) As far as 12 know, I'm a rookie Ain't no way in hell them ni**as finna book me I don't know who got the plug on the cookie Not finna get me on paper and dropping no names What the f**k do I look like, Tekashi? I got your baby mama at the crib and She wax on and wax off like Mr. Miyagi Tilly got black belts, like it's karate I'm f**king a Spanish bi**h, calling me papi Y'all ni**as wack, y'all raps is all copied I promise to God, you ni**as will not stop me This ain't overnight, swear I'm just trying to do it right I'm a run up the stairs like I'm Rocky Ain't no escalator, ain't no elevator Ain't no way in hell the label finna drop me Why you think I'm finna go independent? I got the key to life, it's like my pendant I got the prayer below, and the cuban above Ain't no diamonds, but my shit be jiggin' I swear to God, the only reason I live in Michigan Is for these mother f**kin' children Ain't even mine, I'm talking bout my niece and my nephews But I'm finna grind so they get it Sh*t could be easier if I up and move back to Arizona, or move back to Texas But thank God for social media, that way all my people can see how I wreck sh*t I got key to life, it's on my necklace And I already told you about it You keep on talking, I'm making one call to my ni**as They finna come run for your wallet I mean they kick in the door to your crib They finna clean out everywhere you live Give me the xbox, give me the television Give me all of your clothes and your kicks I'm finna sell it, no I'm finna keep it No I'm finna sell it, sh*t is what it is I got a couple of homies that need them some clothes So my ni**as gone get them some 'fits Aye to be real, I ain't hit a lick in a long time I just had to say that sh*t for the one time Have my ni**as air you out like the gun line Brrrah Bah Bah! Like it's drumline Nick Cannon with the stick ni**a I'm a pull up on your bitch ni**a I might whip through your hood And pull up on your clique ni**a Ask you ni**as what it is ni**a (Hold on, bring it back) Young ni**a straight out the Tone Don't need no pens for my verses You know how I'm working I'm spitting this sh*t off the dome I heard that these ni**as talking Say they wanna off me, you pull up, believe that it's on You know I'm a stoner, you ni**as still talking I smoke you, don't care if it's blunt or the bong My ni**a, I'm gone Tilly, I'm not with the f**kery dawg I pull up, you know I got metal on me And it's shining, gutting you like cutlery dawg I be the butler, you pull up on me, trying to serve me You think you can f**k with me dawg? You think you can f**k with me dawg? This ni**a got to be fooling I use to carry the beam, now I call up my team Cause a young ni**a steady be cooling I'm on the couch with your bi**h, and my d**k on her lips Man you know that lil shawty be drooling I ain't even tripping, you know I like when it's sloppy That show me, she know how to do it Shawty say she gone top me at the top of the class I guess she real good with medulla She probably a tutor, how she on the books Shawty say she gone suck me off my looks Shawty say she gone f**k me off my looks Shawty say I'm a vet, no I'm a rook Watch how I dive in your guts, and I'm f**kin' you up Now you standing naked while you cook Knock at the door, bang it up, what the f**k Oh it's 12, I go hide my shit off in the nooks Man I mean the crannies I had to hide all the xannys, the mary, the weed, and the coke I got these bi**hes, talking that sh*t at the crib, and she know that finna come choke Say that she trying to get smoked out Say bitch you don't know what that smoke about Bi**h you better pay up, if you ain't paying up Then you better come on, put your throat out Put your throat on the head girl I'm a put you in the bed girl Beat that pu**y 'til it's dead girl Beat that pu**y in the red girl I'm in the green I be smoking, off the lean I be willing with my team I be living out my dream Fu**ing bi**hes on the scene Y'all already know what I mean I be the coolest ni**a out of Texas The mic, I be wrecking The ankh on my necklace Got cuban on top of it Know I be killing sh*t like I be Popovich Know I be pulling up when y'all be popping sh*t Ni**as don't know how they watching sh*t Y'all be looking like some mother f**kin opps and sh*t
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