First Night Freestyle (feat. Lil Cloth)

Yeah

Feel like Will I am, I'ma switch that shit up
I'ma pull up on your bitch, make her dick suck, uh
Yeah, get her fist fucked, fist fucked, uh
I just pulled up in a Benz truck, uh
Benz truck, Benz truck, Benz truck
Fuck on your bitch, when we done I give her fist bump
Smoking on this tree, yeah you know we smoking big trunks
Weed real smelly, yeah you know we smoking big skunk
Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang, pull up with a Lil Pump
Shot him in his neck, damn we gave that man Hic ups
Run up in the store, yeah you know that it's a stick up
Pockets overweight, and I think they need sit ups
Pockets overweight, need to lose a couple pounds
So much water on my neck, I might fuck around and drown
Bitch you know that I'm a dog, so I took her to the pound
Feeling like a king bitch, where's my fucking crown

Pull up to his house, tell my shooter gun him down
We gon' have to shoot him, 'till we run out of rounds
After that, trash him, hope his body isn't found
Wait a minute, I saw your ho' in the crowd
Yeah, you know she caught my eye, but I'm on stage performing
Fucking on a bitch, 'cause she whipping in a foreign
Grills all in my mouth thought that I was George Foreman
Skirt off in a 'Rari yeah you know that bitch was roaring
Bitch I'm in my flu game, like my name is Jordan
From the free throw line, bitch you know I'm soaring
Why your bitch keep calling on my phone when I'm recording
Had to fucking turn my phone off, and ignore it
Yeah, plug that bitch in, put it on DND
Lil Cloth dropped a song, and blew up like TNT
Why she calling on my phone, bitch I got AT&T
And I'm swerving in this bitch, sipping Arizona Tea
Sipping Arizona Tea, yeah we got that from the RaceWay
Got a couple checks, yeah you know that my pay great
Bitch we blitzing and rushing (Russian) I just pulled up with a AK
IRL Call of Duty, had to drop that boy's framerate

I can only fuck these bitches, I can't take them on a fake date
A bitch to fall in love, that's the kind of shit that I hate
Shooting up the city, yeah we bringing up the Crime Rate
Popping all these Percs, yeah I know they gon' be my fate
Nah it's his fate, heart rate, made that boy flatline
Shot him with the Glock, and we left him with a cracked spine
Flexing that he fucking bitches, bitch I dare him to tap mine
Draco just like Kung Lao, I'ma hit him with that Hat Slice bitch, bitch
Yeah I just crashed my truck in a ditch, ditch
Feel like Scherzer, how I threw a perfect pitch, pitch
Yeah, run the money back, like a Pick-Six
Fuck that ho' and then I took her on a picnic
Yeah, we so romantic
Yuh, pussy real wet like the Atlantic
Throwing up a prayer like a Mantis, yeah
This game that I manage
Fuck a foreign ho' don't even speak Spanish
Yeah foreign ho', she just landed
On my dick, she gon' do a handstand trick

No daddy, fucking on this bitch, 'cause you know she got a fatty
She a white girl, so her name gonna' be Maddy
Smoking on a Cig with a girl named A-, you already know
Let's go bitch, yeah, yessir, Lil Cloth, and Migi in this shit
You already fucking know, on God, we spazzed on that shit my boy (Yessir)