TYPE 2 BE FREESTYLE

I'm the type to be cold-hearted, the type to be fucked up

 

More drugs, more life, bitch, you stuck up, stick up yo' ass

 

And for what? Get the fuck out of my mind, I don't need you here, I smoke gas

 

And I got the dough, these hoes slow, I'm fast, uh

 

Bitch, did you really know that? Uh

 

Blicky on me, somedays I wish I could go back, uh

 

But nowadays I watch hoes throw it back, uh

 

And when she shake that ass, I tell her, "Go fast, mm"

 

Bitch in my face, had to show her I don't do that, no

 

And these bitches, they bad, woah

 

Got this cash to Cashapp hoes

 

I sit in the back so I can smoke gas and relax, hopefully not relapse

 

But I really need that, I want you to throw it back on me fast

 

Bitch, I'ma grind on you, where the weed at?

 

I try to clear my mind of you, but it ain't workin'

 

And, I don't know why the fuck I even bought you Birkin

 

 

 

But here we are, here we are, I watch from afar, from afar

 

Starin' at the fuckin' stars, wonderin' where the fuck we are

 

Where the fuck we are, where the fuck we are

 

And I gave you my love, but you didn't even want it

 

So why did I give it if you frontin'?

 

Bitch, I forget shit, my bad, uh

 

And I gotta forget that to get my mind back, yuh-uh-uh-uh

 

 

 

I hit ya with the false chorus, the real chorus has already been said, with that

 

This ain't this, that, bitch, get back, 'fore your get yo' bitch clapped

 

Need a lil' bit of this-that, bitches wanna talk shit, ha!

 

With the Glocky and a bit of knick knacks, some riff raffs

 

When you find me, remember this, bitch:

 

I'll always find where you at, don't forget it

 

And when you come back to me, let me hit it, hit it, uh

 

Falsely accused and shit, like I'm Cotton Weary

 

Lookin' for my Sidney, bitch, right now, it dreary

 

I just pulled up with Tatum Riley, we nearin'

 

The fuckin' East Coast shit, bitch, you should fear it

 

And RIP to Dewey, uh, I could never forgive Amber for that

 

Got all this dough, I need some more bad

 

Bitch want my soul, she won't give it back

 

When I pull up so cold, them bitches, they yap

 

And I saw some motherfuckers lack, lack

 

And I know you hoes gon' cap rap

 

When I pull up with my hoes, that's a fact-fact

 

And find your dreams come true, and that's that, uh

 

And I got the pouch on me, got a big stash

 

And she wanna fuck on me, 'cause I got the big cash

 

And they gon' pounce on me, I got them big racks

 

Big stacks, come around, this that, new bitch with a big ass

 

My bitch bad, she Big Bad, bitch, we Breaking Bad, clip that

 

And she switched back, where the blick at?

 

Need like 6 racks, and I meant that, where them pimps at?

 

She said, "Record that, baby, clip that" reload that shit fast

 

Then shoot at your bitch ass, where the clique at?

 

Meet with my gang smokin' big gas, why'd you ask him that?

 

Got like ton of these hoes, you can kiss ass

 

You can eat ass and I mean that, you gon' trip fast

 

And I trip bad, bitches misclicked that

 

When I got the dough, come at me, she got it bad

 

How'd it get this bad? And you hoes won't get yo' shit back

 

I grab yo' quick ass and kill you quick, fast

 

Kill you slowly, bitches hate me, and I get that

 

But hoes not my one and only, you not Broly, click clack

 

Bitches think they know me and that they own me, bitch, you owe me

 

Better get back 'fore I enter my rich stash

 

And you hoes have rich dads, me? I don't got one, baby

 

Pimp named Slickback, and I know she hate me, they slip fast

 

Make a bitch lack, it gets grim fast, lights dim fast

 

Put him in a ditch fast, 6 feet in his grave, it'll be his last

 

Motherfuckin' day on this Earth, I nicked that

 

Nick your name, I nick names, I trick that

 

And I pull tricks out my trick ass

 

And these hoes wanna kill me and my bitch ass

 

But I been gettin' dough too quick, fast

 

I'm too quick for you too agile you gotta admit that

 

And I'm with my hoes, two-toned Glock, blow yo' shit back

 

And I blow that bitch back, I'm only talkin' big cash

 

And bitches wanna talk shit, so you better stop that shit fast

 

'Fore I kick ass, you bitches jackasses, I won't submit fast

 

Won't let it determine my fate, you think your shit's bad?

 

Ever seen me, bitch? I fuckin' lick that, got my lick back

 

'Gainst you hoes, feel like Trippie Redd, I trip fast

 

And you knew I loved you and went to his ass

 

So why the fuck should I trust you and your bitch ass?

 

And you don't even trust yourself, that's some shit you won't admit fast

 

And I just finished my essay I prolly won't even submit that

 

'Cause bitch, I get the dough every day, you can lick ass

 

And when I'm with my gang, where we hang, bang-bang! Bitch, forget that

 

Forget you and your friends, you're bad on my mental, did I even hit that?

 

And I hit your ass real fast if you wanna talk shit fast

 

And you talkin' shit behind my back? I'll find out

 

And I know nowadays our feelings have died down

 

Unfortunately for me it hasn't died out

 

And you keep callin' me, baby, pipe down

 

You put it all on me, sayin' it's my fault, well, my bad

 

Fuck that, I don't like that, matter of fact, I despise that

 

I've always despised Dad, 'cause he was a bitch who left me, I'll fight back

 

Scratch that, I Cashapp hoes, bitch, I gotta get my mind back

 

Gotta forget you to get my life back (my life back, uh)

 

And I just stabbed you with a knife fast, uh

 

And I ain't even sorry, you lowkey deserved that

 

And we gonna go party, yeah, you heard that

 

We hit the Bacardi, bitch, you loss for words, yeah?

 

And baby, I care for you hardly, maybe partly, I got my Birk' back

 

Uh, and fuck that Kirk shit

 

I been with my bitches, yeah, you heard it

 

And snitches gon' get stitches, I got her Birkin

 

And bitch do not forget this, you got no purpose, you're worthless

 

You mean nothing in this universe, bitch

 

And I'm spittin' verses fast as fuck try to keep up or you're a burden

 

Burdens on my shoulder, bitch, I leave 'em wordless

 

At a loss for words, I merk that, merc that

 

Bitches know I go berserk fast, but fuck that, she wanna see me shirtless

 

Woah-oh, bitch, close them curtains, oh

 

And she said, "You don't deserve this, no"

 

Oh-oh, but I think I deserve it, oh

 

And them bitches they hurtin', oh

 

And I leave 'em burnt and burnin', woah

 

And the tables have been turnin', oh

 

And I fucking hate this, but I have to let you go

 

And I just wanted to let you know

 

'Cause baby it's hard to be lettin' go

 

And you better go let them know

 

'Cause I let them go too, so baby, let it go

 

And backwoods got my eyes gettin' low

 

And you bitches really gettin' no

 

Fuckin' hoes, bitch, I shot up my dreaded foes

 

And I pull up in the Wraith, come touch your toes-oes

 

You know how betting goes, eyes got a reddish glow

 

I'm shootin' at hoes, bitch, I'm a Wendigo

 

You can kiss my ass, watch that boy Fredrick go

 

He gon' shoot yo' ass quick, you sendin' me pathetic notes

 

And pathetic letters, you a pathetic hoe

 

And this an epidemic, hoe

 

And these hoes know it gets hectic, hoe

 

And I got all this dough, should I spend it, though? Might spend it slow

 

Endin' hoes, I might just end it, though

 

This rap has ended, hoe