O's Freestyle

steady thinking about all the O's in my bank account

next to X's and O's in my bed all around

cookin' up shit like im boyardee, slinging crack like boy are deep into crack shit

cant get messy, no salsa on his carter II record but he cant do or pack lit shit

he aint get bitches, he get stitches after switches shoot lead leave em dead, bloody and steamy like a sauna

steamy due to the hot bullets, yall bullshit, runnin' at yo red blood like some bull shit

this that arena spicing up with paprika like a bull pit, already done for as the bulls horns hit

they pussies, what the boys are as im made of goyard with yall niggas being flashcards or postcards i discard

goin' in hard from a yard runnin' up boulevard with no bodyguard or safeguard

fuck guardians, im die hard, you finna die hard as they find yo body buried in the backyard

like a car they sell yo ass to the junkyard while i stay still and go hard

your so scarred i have no regard, fuck yo life i aint savin you on a tax, thats no charge

you suspicious, got that visa show it to the I.C.E so better show cards

im the starred and yall co-starred as this shit flows hard

up the defense, i can defeat lebron, im a pro guard

jabbin' at ya family call that a low bar

the weight collapses on your chest thats a low bar leave your soul jarred