Storm (Freestyle)

(álbum: George Gervin: Iceman Edition - 2016)

Breezo baby, niggas know me in these fucking streets
Like Chris Bosh, I power forward with these fucking heats
They say I'm going crazy, beg a nigga, hear my piece
I lost my my my niggas, so it's war, nigga fuck your peace
Better not not wear your chain out, nigga tuck your piece
Cause you gonna take it all off when we up them heats
I've been lining niggas up, like an old school priest
Kicking shit like I don't bang, bitch I'm Japanese
Word to my Dez, they ain't fucking with me
30 poppers, doubles with me
Rugers, yeah they stuffed with fifties
Shoot him in his ass, make him dance
Like he Puff or Diddy
Put this 40 to his face, his mouth gonna be fucked up like 50's
Bitch I'm back nigga
Flip a nigga's car, just like Twisted Metal Black nigga
Disrespectful Chiraq goon, bitch I'm that nigga
All my my niggas in them County jails they love to clap niggas
600 we the cartel, we moving packs nigga
Woods size of bats nigga
Stuffed with KI, Lil Marc, and that Fatz nigga
All you niggas pussy, that's my word, that's facts nigga
Hood full of make believe clones, house of wax niggas