Freestyle - YFN Lucci, Bandhunta Izzy

These niggas be cotton soft, knock it off

I got your down bitch tryna top me off

I hit a button to pull out your residence

Six nines, I hit him, I heard he was tellin' shit

Ooh, playin' with the keys like Ray Charles

Step in that spot only usin' my facecard

Brrt, callin' my 'migos on takeoff

I got that drop on that boy, he gon' take off (Ooh)

Tell the bitch, «Shake that» (Shake that)

Feelin' like Diddy, I take that, take that

Like you in the wrong, ho, you know we gon' take that, huh

You look like a snack, so we ate that, huh

You shot up my block, I want payback, huh

You know I’m protected like latex, huh

Uh, these niggas be cap like an A’s hat

I’m in Baltimore like that’s where I stay at

Hit up Izzy, man, you know he don’t play that, huh

I need like two of 'em ASAP, yeah

I need 'em gone like ASAP

Fuck that, we get 'em gone fast like a racetrack

Lyin' in bushes right where he stay at

Want a closed casket, then why you ain’t say that?

I rep that C, third letter the alphabet

He got them P’s, why he ain’t tell me that?

He want some smoke?

Hope he inhalin' that

Sinkin' his boat, where was he sailin' at?

Look, I got that scope, I’m peelin' that melon back

In the back with the ceiling cracked

I got that AK-40 and the MAC

Lettin' it clap, playin' pitty-pat

One in the back, where is Ricky at?

I’m a real dope boy, ain’t with that chitter-chat

Nigga, you trade, tell him to let 'em out

I feel like Pootie Tang pullin' leather out

I feel like Goldmouf, diamonds in my mouth

Louis V leather all on my couch

I might just pick up some beef that Lu had

I just might hit up a nigga 'cause Izzy mad

Niggas just hit up my mans, I’ma get 'em back

Treat 'em like Wayne, where was the ceiling at?

We run the streets, they run the internet

I’m T.I., where your cookie at?

Pull up, we shootin' your residence

We shootin' schools, we shootin' like, «Where was the bully at?»

Fully strapped, we got the hoodie, yeah

We pull up, leave 'em slumped

He reppin' Blood, left him bleedin', huh

I’m reppin' C, I’ma see him, huh

Yeah, I’ma see him out, see what that Blood 'bout to be about

I said brody ain’t my blood, but I left him bleedin'

Caught in my car, but I left him crumpled, yeah

When I’m in the club, got my pistol, yeah

If I ever mug, I’ma get you

Sat in my two-seater, my bitch, she a diva, yeah

On my hip, I got my nina, yeah

Right on the curb, he’ll leave ya, huh

Now he got a stripe like Adidas, uh