"Sup Freestyle" lyrics

Yeah, uh
Come outside, we not gon' jump you, pussy, yeah
Huh, we got a hunnid guns, these just sweet like honey buns
I'm tryin' to- (Get in now)
Yeah, huh, yeah, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Yeah, huh, yeah, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Yeah, huh, yeah, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Yeah, yeah, hahahahaha, come on

Huh, I ain't had shit, now I have it, bitch
Huh, huh, huh, all these blues, so why you crabby, bitch?
Huh, huh, shut the fuck up, why you naggin', bitch?
Huh, blowin' dope, fire on me like a dragon, bitch, yeah, huh
Drop my nuts, they draggin', Louis V belt, I'm still saggin', bitch
Yo' last [?] was three years back, and you still braggin', bitch
Opps say I ain't got stripes, better check my jacket, bitch
I spent 10K on a roar, I feel like a lion, bitch

Huh? Huh, huh, yeah, huh, huh
Huh? Huh, huh, yeah, huh, huh
Huh? Huh, huh, yeah, huh, huh
Huh? Huh? Huh? Yeah

Chop' got thirty in it, I was just a dirty cracker
My cup a dirty bastard, bitch, I got a dirty blammer
Huh, I played it right, still on my pull and my master
Took off in a space coupe, they think I work at NASA
Three bands on the floor, ho, twerk faster
Graduated when I was locked up, I ain't take no FSA
I ain't gotta try no more, cuh, come and grab some
Cuh ridin' with the cutter like he cuttin' grass up
Huh? Huh, huh, huh, huh, yeah, huh, huh
Huh? Huh, huh, yeah
Chopstick same size in my fuckin' lap
Prayin' up to the Lord 'fore I go to bed
Doped up off the gas, I don't smoke no reg'
Blicked up, switched up, pray I don't go Fed'
Huh, tell me what you need, bitch, I got that, yeah
I smoke a lot of weed, count a lot of bread
I pour a lot of purp', sip a lot of red
I blow a lot of dope, I take a lot of meds
Thank the Lord every time I hop up out the bed
All it took is one dream, now a cracker rich