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TYPE 2 BE FREESTYLE

  1. I'm the type to be cold hearted, the type to be fucked up
  2.  
  3. More drugs, more life, bitch, you stuck up, stick up yo' ass
  4.  
  5. And for what? Get the fuck out of my mind, I don't need you here, I smoke gas
  6.  
  7. And I got the dough, these hoes slow, I'm fast, uh
  8.  
  9. Bitch, did you really know that? Uh
  10.  
  11. Blicky on me, somedays I wish I could go back, uh
  12.  
  13. But nowadays I watch hoes throw it back, uh
  14.  
  15. And when she shake that ass, I tell her, "Go fast, mm"
  16.  
  17. Bitch in my face, had to show her I don't do that, no
  18.  
  19. And these bitches, they bad, woah
  20.  
  21. Got this cash to Cashapp hoes
  22.  
  23. I sit in the back so I can smoke gas and relax, hopefully not relapse
  24.  
  25. But I really need that, I want you to throw it back on me fast
  26.  
  27. Bitch, I'ma grind on you, where the weed at?
  28.  
  29. I try to clear my mind of you, but it ain't workin'
  30.  
  31. And, I don't know why the fuck I even bought you Birkin
  32.  
  33.  
  34.  
  35. But here we are, here we are, I watch from afar, from afar
  36.  
  37. Starin' at the fuckin' stars, wonderin' where the fuck we are
  38.  
  39. Where the fuck we are, where the fuck we are
  40.  
  41. And I gave you my love, but you didn't even want it
  42.  
  43. So why did I give it if you frontin'?
  44.  
  45. Bitch, I forget shit, my bad, uh
  46.  
  47. And I gotta forget that to get my mind back, yuh uh uh uh
  48.  
  49.  
  50.  
  51. I hit ya with the false chorus, the real chorus has already been said, with that
  52.  
  53. This ain't this, that, bitch, get back, 'fore your get yo' bitch clapped
  54.  
  55. Need a lil' bit of this that, bitches wanna talk shit, ha!
  56.  
  57. With the Glocky and a bit of knick knacks, some riff raffs
  58.  
  59. When you find me, remember this, bitch:
  60.  
  61. I'll always find where you at, don't forget it
  62.  
  63. And when you come back to me, let me hit it, hit it, uh
  64.  
  65. Falsely accused and shit, like I'm Cotton Weary
  66.  
  67. Lookin' for my Sidney, bitch, right now, it dreary
  68.  
  69. I just pulled up with Tatum Riley, we nearin'
  70.  
  71. The fuckin' East Coast shit, bitch, you should fear it
  72.  
  73. And RIP to Dewey, uh, I could never forgive Amber for that
  74.  
  75. Got all this dough, I need some more bad
  76.  
  77. Bitch want my soul, she won't give it back
  78.  
  79. When I pull up so cold, them bitches, they yap
  80.  
  81. And I saw some motherfuckers lack, lack
  82.  
  83. And I know you hoes gon' cap rap
  84.  
  85. When I pull up with my hoes, that's a fact fact
  86.  
  87. And find your dreams come true, and that's that, uh
  88.  
  89. And I got the pouch on me, got a big stash
  90.  
  91. And she wanna fuck on me, 'cause I got the big cash
  92.  
  93. And they gon' pounce on me, I got them big racks
  94.  
  95. Big stacks, come around, this that, new bitch with a big ass
  96.  
  97. My bitch bad, she Big Bad, bitch, we Breaking Bad, clip that
  98.  
  99. And she switched back, where the blick at?
  100.  
  101. Need like 6 racks, and I meant that, where them pimps at?
  102.  
  103. She said, "Record that, baby, clip that" reload that shit fast
  104.  
  105. Then shoot at your bitch ass, where the clique at?
  106.  
  107. Meet with my gang smokin' big gas, why'd you ask him that?
  108.  
  109. Got like ton of these hoes, you can kiss ass
  110.  
  111. You can eat ass and I mean that, you gon' trip fast
  112.  
  113. And I trip bad, bitches misclicked that
  114.  
  115. When I got the dough, come at me, she got it bad
  116.  
  117. How'd it get this bad? And you hoes won't get yo' shit back
  118.  
  119. I grab yo' quick ass and kill you quick, fast
  120.  
  121. Kill you slowly, bitches hate me, and I get that
  122.  
  123. But hoes not my one and only, you not Broly, click clack
  124.  
  125. Bitches think they know me and that they own me, bitch, you owe me
  126.  
  127. Better get back 'fore I enter my rich stash
  128.  
  129. And you hoes have rich dads, me? I don't got one, baby
  130.  
  131. Pimp named Slickback, and I know she hate me, they slip fast
  132.  
  133. Make a bitch lack, it gets grim fast, lights dim fast
  134.  
  135. Put him in a ditch fast, 6 feet in his grave, it'll be his last
  136.  
  137. Motherfuckin' day on this Earth, I nicked that
  138.  
  139. Nick your name, I nick names, I trick that
  140.  
  141. And I pull tricks out my trick ass
  142.  
  143. And these hoes wanna kill me and my bitch ass
  144.  
  145. But I been gettin' dough too quick, fast
  146.  
  147. I'm too quick for you too agile you gotta admit that
  148.  
  149. And I'm with my hoes, two toned Glock, blow yo' shit back
  150.  
  151. And I blow that bitch back, I'm only talkin' big cash
  152.  
  153. And bitches wanna talk shit, so you better stop that shit fast
  154.  
  155. 'Fore I kick ass, you bitches jackasses, I won't submit fast
  156.  
  157. Won't let it determine my fate, you think your shit's bad?
  158.  
  159. Ever seen me, bitch? I fuckin' lick that, got my lick back
  160.  
  161. 'Gainst you hoes, feel like Trippie Redd, I trip fast
  162.  
  163. And you knew I loved you and went to his ass
  164.  
  165. So why the fuck should I trust you and your bitch ass?
  166.  
  167. And you don't even trust yourself, that's some shit you won't admit fast
  168.  
  169. And I just finished my essay I prolly won't even submit that
  170.  
  171. 'Cause bitch, I get the dough every day, you can lick ass
  172.  
  173. And when I'm with my gang, where we hang, bang bang! Bitch, forget that
  174.  
  175. Forget you and your friends, you're bad on my mental, did I even hit that?
  176.  
  177. And I hit your ass real fast if you wanna talk shit fast
  178.  
  179. And you talkin' shit behind my back? I'll find out
  180.  
  181. And I know nowadays our feelings have died down
  182.  
  183. Unfortunately for me it hasn't died out
  184.  
  185. And you keep callin' me, baby, pipe down
  186.  
  187. You put it all on me, sayin' it's my fault, well, my bad
  188.  
  189. Fuck that, I don't like that, matter of fact, I despise that
  190.  
  191. I've always despised Dad, 'cause he was a bitch who left me, I'll fight back
  192.  
  193. Scratch that, I Cashapp hoes, bitch, I gotta get my mind back
  194.  
  195. Gotta forget you to get my life back (my life back, uh)
  196.  
  197. And I just stabbed you with a knife fast, uh
  198.  
  199. And I ain't even sorry, you lowkey deserved that
  200.  
  201. And we gonna go party, yeah, you heard that
  202.  
  203. We hit the Bacardi, bitch, you loss for words, yeah?
  204.  
  205. And baby, I care for you hardly, maybe partly, I got my Birk' back
  206.  
  207. Uh, and fuck that Kirk shit
  208.  
  209. I been with my bitches, yeah, you heard it
  210.  
  211. And snitches gon' get stitches, I got her Birkin
  212.  
  213. And bitch do not forget this, you got no purpose, you're worthless
  214.  
  215. You mean nothing in this universe, bitch
  216.  
  217. And I'm spittin' verses fast as fuck try to keep up or you're a burden
  218.  
  219. Burdens on my shoulder, bitch, I leave 'em wordless
  220.  
  221. At a loss for words, I merk that, merc that
  222.  
  223. Bitches know I go berserk fast, but fuck that, she wanna see me shirtless
  224.  
  225. Woah oh, bitch, close them curtains, oh
  226.  
  227. And she said, "You don't deserve this, no"
  228.  
  229. Oh oh, but I think I deserve it, oh
  230.  
  231. And them bitches they hurtin', oh
  232.  
  233. And I leave 'em burnt and burnin', woah
  234.  
  235. And the tables have been turnin', oh
  236.  
  237. And I fucking hate this, but I have to let you go
  238.  
  239. And I just wanted to let you know
  240.  
  241. 'Cause baby it's hard to be lettin' go
  242.  
  243. And you better go let them know
  244.  
  245. 'Cause I let them go too, so baby, let it go
  246.  
  247. And backwoods got my eyes gettin' low
  248.  
  249. And you bitches really gettin' no
  250.  
  251. Fuckin' hoes, bitch, I shot up my dreaded foes
  252.  
  253. And I pull up in the Wraith, come touch your toes oes
  254.  
  255. You know how betting goes, eyes got a reddish glow
  256.  
  257. I'm shootin' at hoes, bitch, I'm a Wendigo
  258.  
  259. You can kiss my ass, watch that boy Fredrick go
  260.  
  261. He gon' shoot yo' ass quick, you sendin' me pathetic notes
  262.  
  263. And pathetic letters, you a pathetic hoe
  264.  
  265. And this an epidemic, hoe
  266.  
  267. And these hoes know it gets hectic, hoe
  268.  
  269. And I got all this dough, should I spend it, though? Might spend it slow
  270.  
  271. Endin' hoes, I might just end it, though
  272.  
  273. This rap has ended, hoe

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