Tiff Freestyle

(album: Diaspora - 2019)

What's up, you bitch-ass niggas? It's your girl ****, I'm here with my nigga, GoldLink, and he's about to... he finna freestyle
Ahahaha b-b-b-baaaa
Let's get it

Yeah, rapping to feed all my future children
Sexy Black rapper who tryna plank on a million
But I won't give a fuck 'bout shit until a billion
And all my niggas 'round me can talk about riding spinners
With the windows down, blasting the heat, in the sunroof chilling
Until that feeling, I'm never gonna forget my dealings
Niggas tried to jump us, I never forget the feeling
A month later got gunned down, they caught him slipping
Karma's a bitch, poor man to rich, I
Two to a four, four to a six, I
Honorable niggas who turned to a snitch, wow
Money on heads and diamonds on wrists, blaow
Top ten baddest, the realest done had him, it's that real
Fake smile, flat chest shawty, but boy, that ass real
Sex appeal, shorty a hottie, that shit is Max Steel
With sharp heels, that's a bad deal
Popping wheelies got niggas up in the 6
Connected to the border, they let me smuggle my sticks
Flew to Bompton, Cali, and me and Worthy just clicked
I live a life like Michael and keep it purple like Prince
Keep like seven with me, got niggas calling me Vick

Yo bro, I just wanna say thank you, bro!
I've been waiting, the time is finally here
We working. Shout out my haters, I made it, bitch-ass niggas