ROLLIN N CONTROLLIN FREESTYLE

Grrr
Baow, baow, baow
Yeah, y'all know the vibes
It's that six times ten shit
Neighbors don't need no favors
Them ends don't need no friends (CP did it, baby)
Get me? Look
Mmh, huh, look
Listen
I walk in the spot
.30 on me and some chop's
All my niggas really rock, roll, control
Shout my Layos, you know how my niggas move
But I ain't movin', I'm rolling and I'm shooting
I said, "Baby, it's crazy," ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
I be really with them killa niggas and them drilla niggas and we back
In the floss, get you off'd
I don't do this too much
I just talk that talk
Gimme talk back too
What's the word? What y'all wanna do?
Empty out the clip
I'm with the Crips
Neighborhood shit
All of my niggas they on shit
I ain't gotta be on, bitch
Hol' on, I be so gone
Call up that boy YJ, grippin' on that tool
He gon' break them rules, boy you a fool, you a fool
I said, "Mad Max, he a demon, he let llamas fly"
Soso, one call, that boy build for homicide
I am war ready, stay steady, don't gotta say too much
I was in the pen' wit' a couple killa niggas and I stay tool'd up
I could get you shot, get you packed up
Huh, that's on the set
I ain't gotta say too much
And I just let that bitch, let that bitch, off
Stupid nigga, what you talking for?
I am really in these streets
And I won't say no more
Hol' on, shake it, huh
Just, I said, just shake it
All this money that I'm making
Bad bitches and they cakin'
Ass fat, huh, heard that bad bitch was Jamaican
Put her in her place, put it in her face, hol' on
She was so wet, haha, grabbed on the TEC
Now I gotta lift a nigga up, leave his brother upset
Heard that lil' nigga tellin', huh, I'm a felon
But I ain't even gonna act like I'm playing with a nigga, I'ma get 'em, rrr
I'm nasty, bad bitches and they classy, they ain't trashy
Ask me anything you really want
I'ma let 'em up, I'ma go dumb, huh
I do this shit for fun
Tell them niggas, "Check in with me," 'cause I keep a gun
Huh? You cannot play
.38, let it spray
That 9 milli', .30 clip, let 'em
This is all I gotta say, I do it all for the gang
Me and you is not the same
Stay in your place
Boy, you a lame
I carry the tool
And I'm still on the fifth, with an eighth
Woo, woo, woo
Grrr
Baow, baow, baow