July 30th Freestyle

(JR)

Did the math on all these niggas, something here ain't adding up
We used to sit inside the trap with zaza, nigga, and bag it up
We ain't have no sacks, all these dusty hoes would laugh at us
My girl bad as fuck, she need a punishment, she acting up
She bend over, back it up, your last tape was wack as fuck
I just bought a Lambo' truck just to pick my spirits up
R.I.P. my fallen soldiers, they all near and dear to us
They respect, they fear in us, only place to go is up
Mask the pain, I'm pouring up
Pussy nigga seen a body and on the scene, he started throwing up
Opps mad we blowing up
Nigga, ain't no ho in us
Only thing I wonder is how the fuck the love turn to hate so quick?
Yeah
We got commas, we don't stress
Always working, never rest
And got bags on private jets
I wanna dive inside your legs
Kicking shit [?]
Every night, I'm crashing, and the next day, act like I never knew her
I keep three or four shooters
Niggas send them pipes 'cause we push muscle cars, yeah
Jealous that I been counting triple y'all, yeah
First this shit was mini, but now it's bigger, dawg, yeah
R.I.P. my rounds, I swear I'm missing y'all
Every song be hard, that boy don't miss at all
When the gang come spin, them boys won't miss at all, bitch
We gon' come for blood, so nigga, don't diss at all
I'm just tryna be an agent like I'm Rich Paul
Being too nice to niggas, man, that's probably one of my biggest flaws
Tryna perfect my craft this week, I'm focused, I won't answer calls
Two of my partners beefing, it went too far, it's too late to get involved
Loaded up on weapons just to make sure all my problems solved
Drop a four inside a twenty, I'ma watch the drank dissolve
All this money got me shopping daily at the nicest mall
Don't take pride in being broke, if it's up, you know it's smoke
Now we flying first class, at first, we ain't have no hope