Dead Man Freestyle

Uh-huh, ayy
Doll
Why'd I go crazy on this shit?
Uh, what? (Run that up, Rico)
Stupid ass (uh, what?)
Bitches ain't know shit
Talkin like you gangster, you a dead man
Yeah, I'm on that, been on that

Ayy, you niggas ain't my niggas
So when you see me, ayy, don't talk to me
I was in Toronto with some bitches on a private beach
You speaking on my pockets when I'm up
This pussy talk for me
I ain't going back and forth with bitches who don't wanna meet
He gon' whoop that cash out, bitch, I got my hand out
I don't give no fuck about no ho because I stand out
He gon' bring them bands out
I'ma bring my friends out
We just want the money
Tryna love me? Nigga, sit down
Bad bitch, money getter, pocket spender
Nigga telling me he love me, wanna take me out to dinner
I don't want him, I don't need him
Best believe that, I mistreat him
In his pocket, like a wallet, make your nigga take me shopping
Dick ain't loyal if he fucking bitches by the boatload
He gon' wanna blame it on his homie, that a bro code
Since that nigga stank me, I been on that straight beast mode
They scream, "Asian Doll" when I'm shopping out in Soho
Crude bitch, pool dip, you can't trust a bitch with loose lips
He lookin' like my boo, bitch, money longer than a pool stick
Niggas fake, niggas flop
Prostitute bitch, can't fuck the opp
G'd up like some Gucci socks
You wanna see this coochie pop
Dead man
If you rich and if you clutching, you a dead man
If you talking like you gangster, you a dead man
Tryna run up like you crazy, then you dead man
Dead man
Walk it how I talk it
Pocket swole' up with her dead friends
Rockin' on these niggas, cold hearted bitches feel me
Roll a ounce, smoke a ounce, waiting on the mail man
Bitch, you talking like you with it, you a dead man

Ayy
Talking my motherfuckin' shit
Bitches ain't on shit
Niggas ain't on shit
Ain't gon' never gon be on shit
Fuck