L.A. Leakers - Freestyle #127

Say nigga, I'm still tripping, still gripping
Purple rag on me, still cripping
Last nigga play, he ain't still living
Really witty, you can ask the city
You don't see Chop unless he got a glizzy
Hold fifty, get the whole clip when it start spitting
Soul lifting, he was so gifted
Put him in a box with a bow ribbon
Roll them up in GG folds nigga
Bro poured up a four nigga
Ride around with a four-nickel
Four sticks and four rentals
All four people, now his folks miss him
Fourty to his mouth, cougar kiss him
Put my dogs on him, go and sic 'em
Suspect, never been a victim
Old head on my left smoking 'dro
While my nigga on the right smoked your bro
I ain't going back and forth
We don't do ride around, I never even made a post
We gon' leave 'em on the ground laying flat
While the ambulance check for his pulse
Jump in that water, gon' need a float
Shots hit his throat, let him drive the boat
Ain't been in your bitch in a minute
But when I'm back in she gon' feel it
I make her backbend like a gymnast
I bust like a MAC-10 when she grip it
Get my nut then I'm socially distanced
Ifs, ands or buts, none of them bitches
If she bad as fuck I still ain't simping
All she get is hard dick 'til I'm shrimping
Really a dog, let me off the leash
Banging the C, but I'm really a P
Take the L out of play, you get pay
Take the R out of free, you get fee
My top bitch made a mil in a week
She don't sell pussy, she just get on OnlyFans
And show pictures of her feet
I got a bad bitch out the D
I got a hood bitch out the Chi'
One of 'em stay off Royal Oak
One of 'em live off King Drive
One of 'em like to bump Ginuwine
Other one bumping Von when she ride me
Detroit bitch like to wear [?]
My Chiraq bitch keep a number nine
I got some real niggas doing time
Some of 'em ain't even did the crime
Was at the wrong place at the wrong time
Shots start flying, niggas start dying
Mommas start crying, I ain't even lying
You ain't never had to stand in line
Just to wash your dick in front a couple of guys
Ay, ay
We finessing here, we selling him salt
Gave him Robitussin, thought it was raw
Oregano in a cookie bag he bought
When he rolled it up he ain't even cough
Sixth grade I was getting it off
Fake drugs, had deals on the wheels
Hopping out the school bus with it on me
Couple years later found the real plug
Can't even lie, I felt like Tony
Play with my money, we creep 'til the morning
As soon as it's sunny we still gon' be gunning
You know how we coming, last nigga started running
Hollow tips ripped through his back
'Til it came out his stomach
On God, hold up
Think I'm lying, I could pull it out and show the rod
Jumping in this water, you gon' drown up in this pond
Come around the gang, you need more than some heart
Everybody with me got more bodies than a morgue
LA Leakers, bitch, and you just know the story