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freestyle - whitehouse studio lyrics

[verse]
i’m a mastermind, spent 40, you get one for free, this an appitiser
i just came up with a plan, i’m a stratigiser
how you gon survive two dracos with rapid fire?
hit the road a hundred something times before i had a licence
in the back seat, i stuffed a muzzle in a pack of diapers
i hope this b*tch don’t hit a tree, i’m finna wack the driver
five of red in a mountaint dew, it look like apple sider
b*tch, i been dirty
made ten before ten, woke up at 6:30
this b*tch a fiend, i charge her 200 for 6 perkies
i got 4 glocks on me right now, b*tch, my hip hurtin
glocky 10 with monkey nuts, i call her big bertha
i drink the high tech like it’s water, but i sip purple
let my auntie cook a brick for me, she said her wrist hurting
i had to let her cook and drop, she made a big purchase
she had to take a smoke break
i told her she can smoke a zip, this b*tch gon smoke 8
my white b*tch just love to sniff blow, i call her snowflake
told this b*tch to hit a few lines, she took the whole plate
now she in [?]
if i overdose off drinking lean, bro, just let me die
my n*gga wanna buy some grams, i charge him 75
you think i’m showing love, i really hit it 7 times
i took a hundred pack, and hit it with the nevermind
you ever seen a real zombie? that sh*t terrifying
my n*gga showed me 2000 in blues, i was mesmerised
scared to drink this pop, it’s dark as h*ll, it left me petrified
b*tch, i’m paralyzed
i cannot move
i just got like 60 grams of cut, i cannot use
n*gga really thought he bought some [?], he ain’t that stupid
i sold his ass some circle xannies, these are not blues
1100 for these louis walkers, these are not shoes
i had to cut into a b*tch but i am not rude
when i say a b*tch, i’m talking ’bout a brick of dog food
who the h*ll are you?
if you a snitch and have a son, he gon’ be telling too
you just take pictures with your glock, you don’t ever use it
watched my cousin get life for a brick, that sh*t left me clueless
dawgie caught a body, got life, and paid restitution
on the strip selling white girl, i call that prostitution
i’m in the eco friendly rental, but my pop polluted
at the y hoopin fn, but i’m not with lucci
i’m still sh*t talking
ever seen a n*gga step on blues and call it crip walking?
if a fiend come short ten, take a tenth off it
got red flags at the urgent care i did 6 walk ins
that was in 7 days
a million some streams in one month, let’s get the record straight
snuck through the metal detector with a lil 38
if they ask why that b*tch go off, i got a metal plate

- whitehouse studio lyrics

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