TicTacToe Freestyle

Pray for them niggas that folded cause they made a staircase
That two door corolla bitchpolar I gave it the bear cage
Now I pull up switching the console
74 still get to swerve out
I'm swinging dick with a blindfold
Bet I could still hit your bird box!
It's a billionaire with me in the leer I'm in (talking!)
Like he don't see my AirPods in
Taking all my money to the grave
Rather be judged by 12 than be carried by 10
Quicksand if he wasn't in the sandbox when, niggas left me in the dirt
I put the price of these pants and the shoes on your head if you niggas want me on a shirt, I tell em
Down set, hut is a bet...
Dial set, up, get collect
80s powder in a baby bottle, shaking water like I'm making similac
Fathered them niggas, Arthur-meme authors who thought it was smart undercarding a nigga
Cause I went on bet, fuck up the lyrics and still I did better than all of them niggas
I put the Franklins on my tires just to burn that shit
Stuff my Balmains to my urn that's cause I earned that shit
I spent a decent bag on it with the Hermes grip
But baby keep the tag on I might return that shit talk about
(Go!) walk with a limp when I'm strapped bitch (go!)
Why would I mention a rap diss (nope)
I get the drip from my baptist (go!)
I really preach what I practice
Your bitch sucked me paralyzed when she see that I'm verified
And you blue checks on her, checked on her, checkmate wait!
(If he wanna know!)

I'm with the extra shit
I mean going to war off respect and shit
If a check on ya head and we catch it in red
You can bet that I get the director split
Make a mess at the table with payrolls
I just bought my exes crib and made her exit it
I'll yank a nigga out his ghost
I'm in the exit lane and got the exorcist
I's ain't used to them...
Talk off y'all's computer lens
If we pull up for smoke they snatch the vapors out they hookah pens
(Like where they go!?) don't move this pin
Hot head boy, can't cool this grin
We kick ac units in, clear that room we moving in
You like to brag a bunch huh
Man y'all niggas cracking us up
If my rosa park in traffic
Then y'all gotta back the bus up
Y'all keep on tacking us up
And y'all gon get taxed the fuck up
You keep the bags and such huh
Don't really ask for much but

If you get a bag and I get bag but you got a bigger one... (ay ay!)
I get to tapping his pockets he faucet then I let the spigot run (ay ay!)
If I gotta raffle his cattle I'm feeding machine till the ticket done
Greedy, I'm Idi Amin for the miney mo you get to pick or get picked I ain't picking one
They gon book me fore they book me I don't stay clear
But still go hooky for some pussy I do not play fair
And we don't split a lick for nothing I do not take shares
If he talking like he high we on the highway there!

I'ma really need my water aye
She don't need a thing I brought her aye
She ain't even know I rapped (fuck it)
I just like to beatbox on her aye
Her lil friend wann delete my order aye
Trynna throw a hint to me
That don't get to me, I sling dick in threes
So even the third wheel get the sling shot on her
Fiends at the ring playing ring round the wing
Got a rosecrans shorty, tried leaving her jeans
Got 5 on a couple other leaving the team
But I'm ice cube, I could make a league out of 3
If dan got a strap, manman got his back
If the plan outta wack, we can plan out attack
Take the bam out the can blam blam out the crack
Got on front street jammed and they ran out the back!
Unngh! Call up percy! signing titty's got my marker's dirty!
Greet me on the knees call it cursty, baby just don't get it on my starter jersey
Oh shit! Lawdamercy! Click fulla niggas and they all look thirsty
The only reason I ain't been back to the block cause I can't find a spot for me to park the mercy