DOTS FREESTYLE REMIX

I stuff a Glock in my bitch pocket (hey)
Bitch stop it, skinny nigga, big papi (hey)
You put the pedal to metal we go Nicki Minaj (huh)
One deep, baby, you can't top it (brrat)
5'9", with the stick, I look like Big Papi
I keep a shotty, bottom bitches nah harm me
How could I not be everything you copy? Huh
I killed rock, now I'm sending bullets at you zombies
You never haunt me (hah), niggas tried to Vietnam me (yeah)
But I've been playing with pistols since you watching Toonami (yeah)
I'm not a rapper, I'm white trash in a mocha body
Ain't no career, I'm just hoping Madonna adopts me (facts)
I get it popping, fuck Rock, bump Pop (brrat)
I put the stock in, I'm scheming, I'm not plottin' (heh)
These niggas steppin' to me, end up Gianni Versace'd, nigga

Say, say
Do a feature for what?
Bro, I been dyin' to kick it
I'm too big for my britches, I'm too rich for these bitches
Rich in spirit, not in wealth, nigga, don't get it confused, you feel me?
Again, do a feature for what? (like, what the fuck, for what?)

And you know that I'm afraid of everything
Written like a girl who stuck her heart away
And you know that I'm afraid of everything
Baby like a ghost in the night

Oh yeah, keep goin', baby

Make me cry, nigga, like, make me fuckin' cry
Make me fuckin' cry
We talkin' about this story, I'm 'bout to fuckin' cry
We talkin' about this story, I'm 'bout to fuckin' cry