FREESKI Lyrics
Yeah, ay, all facts, lil’ n****
Ay, ay
Poppin’ tags off Amiri’s, I put tags on n*****’ heads
N**** dissed me on the ‘Gram, I woke up and he was dead
I just fucked a bitch two hours straight up off the meds
Think you gangsta ’cause you dirty, I knock off them n*****’ dreads
Rich n****, I be running up dinero like I’m Cam
He wanna feat but I hold ’em, now it’s beef, he a fan
I ain’t wrestling with shit, but yo’ bitch, she’ll get slammed
Please don’t let your bitch around the gang, she get ran
No, I’m not with LeBron but I’m always in the ‘land
She just got her body done, she can’t sit up on her ass
Oh, you had money n****, why you living in the past?
I ain’t talking ’bout no condom when I say I got a Mag
Yeah, real paper, I see all that lil’ money running out
I got bitches screaming in my crib like a haunted house
I just bought a Rolls Prezi Plain, I should buss it down
My young n***** really on this chain, you should tuck it now
My mans told me that that pussy good, shit, I’m fuckin’ now
You ain’t gotta ask me if I’m strapped, bitch, I’m clutching now
Hit a n**** block, ain’t nothing less than a hundred rounds
Word on the street he a rat, he can’t come around
Told her, “Let me see that ass, baby, turn around”
If the deal ain’t some Ms, I gotta turn it down
Put a potato on the barrel, you ain’t heard a sound
Insurance drop on the crib, I’m ’bout to burn it down
Still got them n***** that would get you whacked for the freeski
I don’t know what happened to the opps, I ain’t seen them
Brodie love shopping at Saks, I like Neiman’s
If that pussy ain’t lasered or it’s waxed, I can’t eat it
All this ice on my body got me froze, I’m anemic
Old soul, young n****, but this a blick not a beeper
Kidnap a n**** bitch for that ransom, lil’ teacher
She say her head good, bitch, you gotta make me a believer
Yeah, a lot of n***** internet thuggin’, out here getting popped
Tell me, is it really worth your life, tryna get some clout?
Hook flicked me, hit the block, I gotta ditch the Glock
My people fucked up down the way, I gotta fix the route
Hit a titty bar, me and my n***** get to trippin’ out
Too much money in these streets, I ain’t missing out
Bitch, you probably sucked a hundred dicks, I can’t kiss your mouth
She start saying that she loved me, had to kick her out
I told her I don’t really like to date all in public
If she ain’t tryna hit a three, I’ma sub her
If I ain’t in the booth, catch me thugging with my cousins
I fuck hoes shit, she fuck hoes, I can’t judge her
Still got them n***** that would get you whacked for the freeski
I don’t know what happened to the opps, I ain’t seen them
Brodie love shopping at Saks, I like Neiman’s
If that pussy ain’t lasered or it’s waxed, I can’t eat it
All this ice on my body got me froze, I’m anemic
Old soul, young n****, but this a blick not a beeper
Kidnap a n**** bitch for that ransom, lil’ teacher
She say her head good, bitch, you gotta make me a believer
All facts