"19 Cent Freestyle" lyrics
(I always wanted a Cadillac)
Huh, huh, yeah, huh, huh, 1900, huh
I'm the rawest cracker out this bitch, since Slim Jesus
And you won't see me gettin' slapped up at no gas station, haha
Huh, huh, huh
Hop up in that minivan 'cause I got many plans
Call it 100, come out wanted, put up twenty bands
We had that brrt right on our side for Pooh Shiesty trends
And she was dick-ridin' the gang before Pooh Shiesty fans
She ain't my bitch but she my bitch, you know, we kinda friends
I had to show 'em I'm that don, I made all kind of bands
You know she flaggin' if she tell you, you her only man
She was suckin' dick for free, but she do OnlyFans
I got one chop, it get to blowin', that's my only fan
I got two snipers on the roof, we somethin' like Taliban
And if I pull your card, then you gon' need some cash advance
My shooter fah, fah, fah, fah, fah, and, ooh, we hit your mans
I was gon' finesse for 28, but he had twenty bands
Walk around that corner, broke on Collard, the whole squad again
She got red hair and that bitch honest, she like Harley Quinn
I'ma sell my soul and go to hell, but shit, I hardly sin
Four bullets hit him, K, A-B-C-D, huh
Fuck 'round, I will send up on WPTV
Took off them glasses for nothin', huh, pussy boy got punched in his teeth
Wayne could not pull me off of Smitty, Quan still gettin' beat
Lil' bro fucked your ho, huh, and you [?] say 'bout Meech
Your big homie ran when we rolled past up on your street
You know where we be, but you be cappin' like we lay and creep
We roll through your block, no one outside, don't understand the Tweets
Huh, huh, yeah, huh, I don't listen to what media sayin' to me
Pshh, huh, huh, 19, why you always playin' with me?
Tch, huh, haha, 19 with a bag, it stay on me
Huh, and if you got a man, lil' ho, then why you layin' with me?
Huh, all blue hundreds like they fannin' me
They thought I was dumb, now I speak up, they ain't understandin' me
Huh, way too many nights just by my lone, fuck what you sayin' to me
Yeah, I could freestyle, but for this dick, you payin' for me
Bet when I was locked, bitch, I had the whole gang prayin' for me
And way before that, I had the whole gang sprayin' for me
Heart so fuckin' cold, that's why I'm always stayin' with heat
Hell yeah, I step on necks, but I ain't preyin' on the weak
Hmm, hmm, yeah, huh, huh-uh-uh
I caught a body then I dipped, I feel like Greg Austin
They love to type all on keyboards, but in real life, get frozen
Don't like to give people advice because I'm too unspoken
We some loose screws, one wrong word, we bust your melon open
Haha, yeah, huh, yeah, huh, huh
I ain't no felon no more, but we still out here pokin'
Bro'nem slide in a 458 from Italy, said it feel like he floatin'
She feel like I'm jokin', .45 pokin' out my jeans, I'm totin'
Give my son the world, make him a God, but I ain't nothin' like Odin
I'm just out here gettin' older, feel like it's gettin' colder
All my life, I been a soldier, I'm from out West, I told you
It ain't nothin' that I ordered, maybe that's what I want you to think
Last time I got fronted was in sixth grade, the dope right under the sink
Really these bitches be ugly to me, that's why all the money be comin' to me
Gang make you fall, then tumble in weeds, shoot him once in the chest, have him fumble the heat
Bitch, huh, yeah, huh, watch what you say when you're comin' to me
Huh, stackin' all this cash, finna thumb and repeat
Huh, I got so much money, I can't even—, oh, huh, huh, huh, yeah
Back in grade school, they used to cap about my mental state
Don't appreciate the fact the bitch ain't never ever straight
I'm straight, but I ain't ever okay, listen to me anyways
I could stack in any backend, get you clapped up any day
I got beef in plenty ways, but still don't got the time of day to
Worry about these opps, and where they sleep, and where they tryna lay
My whoadie told me, "Worry about your cash and where you tryna stay"
See, I ain't ever met my pops, so I ain't have no time to play
Time to lay, think 'bout all these hoes who be tryna play
Games with a cracker, like I don't know what you tryna say
And how I'm feelin' every day, eatin' me up mentally
Chewin' on my soul like I ain't spittin' it out anyway, but
These hoes be lyin' 'bout they pennies, ain't no Hardaway
Got this shit like Tim, I had to get it out the harder way
Back when they went dumb on holidays, I took the smarter way
Dropped my cash on shit that really matters, check my car today
And I got plenty Benjamins, pull up outside your crib again
How could I shoot your friend? I don't know how to make him dead again
And I got many men with many friends who shoot at your head again
He said that I ain't got no money, I pull up with Benjamins (I always wanted a Cadillac)
My Rollie plain Jane, but it's elegant
She celibate, but she gon' drop the neck just for the hell of it
Glock on me sold smoke, I'm inhalin' it
And it's openin' for anybody who can handle it
Zaza in the air, this shit so strong, you need a candle-lit
Turn his brain to chicken noodle soup, on some Campbell's shit
Man, run—
Run the beat back
I can't fuck up trees, my resumé, I ain't expandin' it
Hop out screamin' when I up the Glock like I was crammin' it
I can't scam, 'cause I like walkin' down with that lil' blammer bit'
She a fan, so if I fuck, I'm gettin' it on cam' a bit
Spent my whole life tryna chase after some bigger shit
They say free they dog, he gon' be out, I heard he there for vandalism
Haha, huh, damn
Internet cappin' for the clout, in real life, he ran from it, swish
Ha, frrt, frrt, sco', sco'
Got so many switches, like my granny when she mad at children
Waow, waow, baow
L's got my mind runnin' races, need to pop a Ritalin
Tuh, waow
Huh, huh, yeah, huh, huh, 1900, huh
I'm the rawest cracker out this bitch, since Slim Jesus
And you won't see me gettin' slapped up at no gas station, haha
Huh, huh, huh
Hop up in that minivan 'cause I got many plans
Call it 100, come out wanted, put up twenty bands
We had that brrt right on our side for Pooh Shiesty trends
And she was dick-ridin' the gang before Pooh Shiesty fans
She ain't my bitch but she my bitch, you know, we kinda friends
I had to show 'em I'm that don, I made all kind of bands
You know she flaggin' if she tell you, you her only man
She was suckin' dick for free, but she do OnlyFans
I got one chop, it get to blowin', that's my only fan
I got two snipers on the roof, we somethin' like Taliban
And if I pull your card, then you gon' need some cash advance
My shooter fah, fah, fah, fah, fah, and, ooh, we hit your mans
I was gon' finesse for 28, but he had twenty bands
Walk around that corner, broke on Collard, the whole squad again
She got red hair and that bitch honest, she like Harley Quinn
I'ma sell my soul and go to hell, but shit, I hardly sin
Four bullets hit him, K, A-B-C-D, huh
Fuck 'round, I will send up on WPTV
Took off them glasses for nothin', huh, pussy boy got punched in his teeth
Wayne could not pull me off of Smitty, Quan still gettin' beat
Lil' bro fucked your ho, huh, and you [?] say 'bout Meech
Your big homie ran when we rolled past up on your street
You know where we be, but you be cappin' like we lay and creep
We roll through your block, no one outside, don't understand the Tweets
Huh, huh, yeah, huh, I don't listen to what media sayin' to me
Pshh, huh, huh, 19, why you always playin' with me?
Tch, huh, haha, 19 with a bag, it stay on me
Huh, and if you got a man, lil' ho, then why you layin' with me?
Huh, all blue hundreds like they fannin' me
They thought I was dumb, now I speak up, they ain't understandin' me
Huh, way too many nights just by my lone, fuck what you sayin' to me
Yeah, I could freestyle, but for this dick, you payin' for me
Bet when I was locked, bitch, I had the whole gang prayin' for me
And way before that, I had the whole gang sprayin' for me
Heart so fuckin' cold, that's why I'm always stayin' with heat
Hell yeah, I step on necks, but I ain't preyin' on the weak
Hmm, hmm, yeah, huh, huh-uh-uh
I caught a body then I dipped, I feel like Greg Austin
They love to type all on keyboards, but in real life, get frozen
Don't like to give people advice because I'm too unspoken
We some loose screws, one wrong word, we bust your melon open
Haha, yeah, huh, yeah, huh, huh
I ain't no felon no more, but we still out here pokin'
Bro'nem slide in a 458 from Italy, said it feel like he floatin'
She feel like I'm jokin', .45 pokin' out my jeans, I'm totin'
Give my son the world, make him a God, but I ain't nothin' like Odin
I'm just out here gettin' older, feel like it's gettin' colder
All my life, I been a soldier, I'm from out West, I told you
It ain't nothin' that I ordered, maybe that's what I want you to think
Last time I got fronted was in sixth grade, the dope right under the sink
Really these bitches be ugly to me, that's why all the money be comin' to me
Gang make you fall, then tumble in weeds, shoot him once in the chest, have him fumble the heat
Bitch, huh, yeah, huh, watch what you say when you're comin' to me
Huh, stackin' all this cash, finna thumb and repeat
Huh, I got so much money, I can't even—, oh, huh, huh, huh, yeah
Back in grade school, they used to cap about my mental state
Don't appreciate the fact the bitch ain't never ever straight
I'm straight, but I ain't ever okay, listen to me anyways
I could stack in any backend, get you clapped up any day
I got beef in plenty ways, but still don't got the time of day to
Worry about these opps, and where they sleep, and where they tryna lay
My whoadie told me, "Worry about your cash and where you tryna stay"
See, I ain't ever met my pops, so I ain't have no time to play
Time to lay, think 'bout all these hoes who be tryna play
Games with a cracker, like I don't know what you tryna say
And how I'm feelin' every day, eatin' me up mentally
Chewin' on my soul like I ain't spittin' it out anyway, but
These hoes be lyin' 'bout they pennies, ain't no Hardaway
Got this shit like Tim, I had to get it out the harder way
Back when they went dumb on holidays, I took the smarter way
Dropped my cash on shit that really matters, check my car today
And I got plenty Benjamins, pull up outside your crib again
How could I shoot your friend? I don't know how to make him dead again
And I got many men with many friends who shoot at your head again
He said that I ain't got no money, I pull up with Benjamins (I always wanted a Cadillac)
My Rollie plain Jane, but it's elegant
She celibate, but she gon' drop the neck just for the hell of it
Glock on me sold smoke, I'm inhalin' it
And it's openin' for anybody who can handle it
Zaza in the air, this shit so strong, you need a candle-lit
Turn his brain to chicken noodle soup, on some Campbell's shit
Man, run—
Run the beat back
I can't fuck up trees, my resumé, I ain't expandin' it
Hop out screamin' when I up the Glock like I was crammin' it
I can't scam, 'cause I like walkin' down with that lil' blammer bit'
She a fan, so if I fuck, I'm gettin' it on cam' a bit
Spent my whole life tryna chase after some bigger shit
They say free they dog, he gon' be out, I heard he there for vandalism
Haha, huh, damn
Internet cappin' for the clout, in real life, he ran from it, swish
Ha, frrt, frrt, sco', sco'
Got so many switches, like my granny when she mad at children
Waow, waow, baow
L's got my mind runnin' races, need to pop a Ritalin
Tuh, waow
