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