Bluddy Katon (Freestyle)

(Turn it up a little, a little more, that's good)
(Cocaine)

Bands on my neck, hunnid bands on my neck
Pull up on a young bitch with the muthafucking Tec
I got bands on my neck, hunnid bands on my neck
Pull up in a nigga's city with the Tec to his chest
Young nigga coming through with the bands
I got hunnids on me, homie, I got hunnid fucking bands
Pull up on a nigga, bitch I look like Charlie Brown
Coolest young nigga, rolling through a nigga town
Hunnids on my dick, hunnids on my neck
See a pussy nigga, gets drumming with a Tec
Pull up on yo ma's, drop a bomb on her pussy
Young nigga, I don't like relations
Fuck that loving mushy bullshit
With the clip, with the shits, I'm off the shits
Take your bitch I'm with the shit
Ride around with a full ass clip
Pull up on a nigga, then I shoot a nigga
Pussy nigga in a baseball bat, throw'd up a nigga
(Hahaha... ayy, ayy)

Blood on my katana, I'm coming for yo mama
Slit her fucking throat, I ain't with the fucking drama
Blood between my nails, never fucking go to Yale
But I likely go to jail, just for reading fucking braille
Niggas don't ever prosper, niggas don't never change
Niggas can't pull up in a nice fucking Range
Drama on my mind, hunnid commas on my mind
Dirty bitch, all she want is a nigga time
Blood on my katana, I'm coming for yo mama
'Live from the grave, pussy nigga count commas
'Live for my niggas, all my niggas counting mamas
My humble mama see the bitch she with the drama
Take it to the grave, bury her today
All my niggas with it like a muthafucking skirmish
I was riding through the hood with the hoodie, uh
Ion look like Trayvon, bust like...