El Dorado Freestyle

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah I play offense, I play defense with my glocky She said they gon' gun me down if I keep acting cocky Still waiting for them bozos for when they try to come knock me But I keep it on me, yeah, they let me in this party, yeah I know his gang can't stand us, we screamin' pick yo mans up We don't do no acting, do a lot behind the cameras Told him get his bands up, he posted by the Benz truck Sending all those shots, so the dirt is where he ends up Perk up in my jeans, she makes the perk up with my lean You niggas murked up by the beam, I'm always lurking on the scene Lil bro is searching for the green, he in the field serving the fiends And bitch I'm working for the dream, these hunnids spilling out my jeans Huh, niggas wanted smoke or something? I thought they told you something Come in here I'm folding some, sparking with a hundred drums Told cutta to Roll me sum, huh, we finna blow or sum Niggas think we acting dumb, but we don't shoot for fun Gang shit, mob shit, niggas think they on shit Yo bitch close to private, yeah she always by the cockpit Stop it, it's nonsense, boy I'm on my boss shit On my Rick Ross shit, they asking me to drop shit Liquor in my system, hey, bet I won't miss him, hey Choppa with extension, hey, stand at attention, hey Ran up, he got blicked up, hey, bitch this the stick up, hey Flashes, he got flicked up, hey, she got me bricked up, hey I'm on again, I'm on again, you cannot follow me Get down and just swallow me, I'm talking all of me Bitch, please stop calling me, like quit it, honestly Clingy bitches bothering me, I feel like I'm the lottery Huh, huh, yeah, yeah, yeah, huh, yeah, yeah, huh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Had to take a minute just to catch my breath, I'm back okay Got behind it, got up in it, then I blew her back okay And I'm winning, niggas losing, I got what you lack okay Got the pack and then I flip it, moving out to saks, okay I mix Gucci, I mix Prada, nigga you can't tell me nada I mix Louis, I mix Fendi, bitch I'm richer than your father She wear Ricky and Versace, you can't read the shit I bought her Jimmy Choo, Christian Lou, you know red is on the bottom Look at me, I'm flawless, drop dead gorgeous We don't mess with lame hoes, man, they just bore us And I'm in the Benz truck, you rolling in a focus Talking all that shit, you know we door to door like Mormons Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah