New Shwag! (feat. Magnavox)

It took me a long time to find my flow I can punch in on anything that I want now This ain't no written nigga, this a freestyle They try to be me now But back in that class, they laughed in the background Now they listen to my shit surround sound They try to slur their words in they raps now I'm fed up, I'm on that type of timing Ayy, I'm that show, go rewind it Ayy, we them guys, you can't hide it Ayy, she give me brain where her mind at Ayy, I'm at your doorstep where your mom at Ayy, and I keep f- ready for combat Ayy, and I ran through his hoe like a lineback Huh, real deal ape like Harambe Clip hold, 50 times two, combine that Have your barber shoot at you, realign that You get it Yeah, slime, too in it I got locked up, labeled a menace And I can't sign for no damn pendant I need an M, plus interest Dead faces, it ain't nothin new Put the Benjamins in the bag All this ice, give me the chills Got Balmain, tags poppin' like pills I'm movin' slow like when bro crack a seal I got gas in the air, help me to heal Don't get it fucked up, shoot at a nigga heel He thought it was sweet, but was on lack Chop a beat a nigga up, give him producer tax Bullets drop in the motherfuckin' frame zone Hellcat, demon, it Bolt, put Usain on I had this shit on these niggas, put pain on them Come on and get your lil' smoke, put the stain on Fuck the bitch, give it back, nah, I ain't want her Only bitch that I fuck with is marijuana I don't wanna lil nat-nat-nat Ayy, Margiela shoes, they black Let's go, hit up Sacks Can't get up on my rank, that's facts Like a fast race track Young niggas with that rack, throw stacks Money comin' and save that stack I don't wanna chat if it ain't a band Get up on him 4-flat high demand I ain't catch a bullet was runnin' a slant Bang through your speakers, Twin M stamp Stick on me, Clamped, Chanel number nine Came out a clam, blew out her mind She like, damn, bitch blew a line Now she wanna dance, Serving black eyed peas, like Sam-I-Am These racks on me, everything in my bag Don't know why, I keep fuckin' on hoodrats And I'm standin' on business Tell them hold that rap Bitch on dick want her coochie scratched And I ran off on the plug, tell him, be right back I came from the bottom, now look where I'm at If you ain't slime, can't get no dap I'm steppin' on niggas like a damn floor mat Ahead of these niggas, I feel like I'm that Bitch, ass nigga get spit on How many niggas you put on I can't be man in the middle I'm even safe in the red zone He got caught out of bounds sent the man home Switched on your brothers, you're dead wrong Put a hole in a nigga like dimple How he died was coincidental I'm big X got it tucked in my denim Gettin' racks, I feel like Jimmy Kimmel Mind your own or get caught in a pickle Make it look easy, but it ain't simple I be the muscle like Rambo Tec make beats Brent Rambo Gettin' chopped up in a Lambo Why they hate, don't understand, bro Why they glaze don't understand, bro Mm, yeah, bro Why they hate, don't understand, bro Why they glaze don't understand, bro