Aiming Roots Freestyle

On my hot girl shit and this beat be slappin
Jordan's on my feet and the money be rack'n
Baby I'm crazy
And a little hazey
I don't a fuck bout shit miss daisy
Bigger fish to fry and rappers who aiming
If you gonna shoot then don't come shady
Sneak diss won't do good now Bailey
Turn auto tune up
For the clout you can Pay me
If you gonna hit
Hit hard
Either with bars or a car
I don't give a fuck about ya
Must be cap'n
Your girls cheeks clappin
Let's move on from this waste mans talent
Now for the label
Concept virgins talking bout sex
Like it's gonna end fatal
Stay away from these queens and a baby's cradle
You live In mums basement
Let's face it
Rent free in ya head
And Pastie
Back stabbing an persuasive
Gettin bread from ya dad
My coin yeah I made this
Now for the bug
I got murder on my mind
And imma squash you on sight
I'm cold like Ice and you simply easy
And well
He's dies
Never been a fan of a fly
Neither does that U.S sorta ex
I hate the mentality that you all possess
I'm getting stressed
Thinking bout who's your victim next
It starts with a text, and ends with feds
Fuck these privileged
Still I'm
On my hot girl shit and this beat be slappin
Jordan's on my feat and the money be rack'n
Ain't made it yet but keep on coming
Ex for hour when I still ain't nutted
Our sex life a mountain
B best believe I hit the summit
First girl had d's then I had to double
She know what she want
Yeah we just can't have it
Yeah we just can't have it
Yeah we still can't have it
Nah still can't have it
You Know I'm amazing
But waste it all on these girls
I can't show them love
Or let's the face it they want it all
Them queens are so tempting
Especially when I'm prone to fall
White girls be basic but tasty
Gotta eat them all
Dark girls be wifey
They steal my heart before it's sold
Shit to be honest I wanna die before I'm old
Life is just a freeway and this whole road getting long
Before I end it all can we play a few
Of my songs
Before I end it all
Can we play a few of my songs