ROLLIN N CONTROLLIN FREESTYLE

Grrr
 Baow, baow, baow
 Yeah, y'all know the vibes
 It's that six times ten shit
 Neighbors don't need no favors
 Them ends don't need no friends (CP did it, baby)
 Get me? Look
 Mmh, huh, look
 Listen
 I walk in the spot
 .30 on me and some chop's
 All my niggas really rock, roll, control
 Shout my Layos, you know how my niggas move
 But I ain't movin', I'm rolling and I'm shooting
 I said, "Baby, it's crazy," ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
 I be really with them killa niggas and them drilla niggas and we back
 In the floss, get you off'd
 I don't do this too much
 I just talk that talk
 Gimme talk back too
 What's the word? What y'all wanna do?
 Empty out the clip
 I'm with the Crips
 Neighborhood shit
 All of my niggas they on shit
 I ain't gotta be on, bitch
 Hol' on, I be so gone
 Call up that boy YJ, grippin' on that tool
 He gon' break them rules, boy you a fool, you a fool
 I said, "Mad Max, he a demon, he let llamas fly"
 Soso, one call, that boy build for homicide
 I am war ready, stay steady, don't gotta say too much
 I was in the pen' wit' a couple killa niggas and I stay tool'd up
 I could get you shot, get you packed up
 Huh, that's on the set
 I ain't gotta say too much
 And I just let that bitch, let that bitch, off
 Stupid nigga, what you talking for?
 I am really in these streets
 And I won't say no more
 Hol' on, shake it, huh
 Just, I said, just shake it
 All this money that I'm making
 Bad bitches and they cakin'
 Ass fat, huh, heard that bad bitch was Jamaican
 Put her in her place, put it in her face, hol' on
 She was so wet, haha, grabbed on the TEC
 Now I gotta lift a nigga up, leave his brother upset
 Heard that lil' nigga tellin', huh, I'm a felon
 But I ain't even gonna act like I'm playing with a nigga, I'ma get 'em, rrr
 I'm nasty, bad bitches and they classy, they ain't trashy
 Ask me anything you really want
 I'ma let 'em up, I'ma go dumb, huh
 I do this shit for fun
 Tell them niggas, "Check in with me," 'cause I keep a gun
 Huh? You cannot play
 .38, let it spray
 That 9 milli', .30 clip, let 'em
 This is all I gotta say, I do it all for the gang
 Me and you is not the same
 Stay in your place
 Boy, you a lame
 I carry the tool
 And I'm still on the fifth, with an eighth
 Woo, woo, woo
 Grrr
 Baow, baow, baow