BNB Freestyle

[Fukkit:]
Huh, huh, huh, yeah (Okay)
Huh, uh (Yah), uh, yeah (Okay)
Okay (Yeah), yeah (Okay), okay (Huh), uh (Yeah)
Uh (Broad day), yeah (Yeah), uh (Yeah, like, okay)

This a holy flow like holy fuck, bet it sound enlightening
My fist strike like lightning, tell me who flow you biting
It only go left when you writing, in the club and we 'bout to start fighting
With yo' bitch and she wanna touch my thing, don't you slip or you know we come sliding
In and out, uh, my dick in her mouth
Then she kicked me out, uh, right back to the couch
Then I came up instead of made up
No cap, all that shit that you say is made up
I'm taking two girls and they get one cup
You got a couple views online, so what? Uh
Why you ain't kickin the bucket? Dirty-ass nigga, they know me as Fukkit
Pockets is fat like Buffet, I got a warrant, they never gon' keep me in cuffing, uh
Why you ain't kickin the bucket? Dirty-ass nigga, they know me as Fukkit
Pockets is fat like Buffet, I got a warrant they never gon' keep me in cuffing, uh

[Gelli:]
(Okay, yeah)
Ayy, ooh, ayy, ooh
Ayy, ooh, ayy

20 hoes, 20 condoms but I ain't gon' use shit (Nah)
I put the Smackdown on that pussy, it was raw as a bitch (Yes sir)
That pussy boy act like Nintendo 'cause he always gon' switch (Switch, switch)
A couple racks I got this weekend, they get thrown at the strip (What? What? What?)
Yeah, that's right, yeah, that's right, might just tip her if the head right
I be high like every night, stroking her on my bedside
Cut the bitch off like a deadline, you getting blown off like a dandelion
It's crazy you don't even see the signs 'cause I think the kid a mastermind

[Brando+:]
Ayy, what? Ayy, what?
Ayy, yuh, ayy

I told the bitch she looking pretty while she beat my meat (Yeah)
And hoe, I'm dancing on this beat like I got three feet
And keep it six feet back for all you sick-ass fools (Yeah)
Big homie got the tool, he packin shit like a mule
And whole time I'm in this bitch I'm fingerbanging her shit
The pussy drooling, shorty screaming, speaking Spanish and shit
And in my pocket ain't no stiffy, that's the clippy, my bitch
I feel like 50, sending shots to all these devils and shit
These niggas clapping, flapping gums and wasting time like it's fun (Yeah)
But let me tell you, bitch, for one, that shit ain't yield you no funds
I'm in the field screaming murder, bitch, I'm banging my drums
I got no time to feel no feelings, left my nut in her gut, uh
This the same strap that Mr. Marley shot the sheriff with (Hah)
Bitch, it's fuck 12, fuck the opps and fuck the government, bitch

Uh, uh, yuh, bitch
Uh, uh, yuh