"Fashion Week Freestyle" lyrics

Uh, told the cat only call, stop texting the phone
I'm a laid-back rapper, I don't get many shows
Got a link for a hammer, he can get many poles
I put the L into lit so I get many hoes
This ain't Fashion Week, I be dripping head to my toes
I was young, trapping, didn't know a Z was a O
Jailhouse only reason that she left me alone
Put her on her fours, now I gotta beg her to go
But I've come a long way, used to re-up on a Q of crack
If I'm your favourite rapper, what I rap about, I'm doing that
If he done me dirty, then it's only right I do him back
Add a bit of madge, then like Trap and Road I do the maths
My darg got a five for shotting outta town
You live and learn, he runs it up on the wing
There's niggas free living worse
Won't hear me on a, and I don't kill a verse
Call me Ray J, when it comes to the strip cah I hit it first
First time I robbed the plug weren't even a lot
First time I cheffed something down, it weren't even a opp
If I Dior my feet, naturally I'll Dior my top
I got hella reasons why I'm not Dioring a thot
My grey one could easily be in The Only Way is Essex
When it comes to the shotgun, the only way is pellets
When it comes to my bracelet, the only way is tennis
Chest shot, if I'm lacking, only time I'm gonna leg it
Where's the A Team? I don't like hanging with the talkers
She's only gonna buss it for the rappers and the ballers
My nigga said the line's slow, he's finna bleach outside the party
Till it's done and start wrapping up the ballers
The yutes that I beef look put down and miserable
Like the spot in Cockfosters, they need a miracle
Trident, yeah, they're onto me, so Mum knows I'm a criminal
Niggas wanna hit the T, but they ain't got the minerals
Doing positive, now they wanna be my cousin
Mum used to find food in my room and get to cussing
Put an OG on mute without pressing any button
And we're still good in the hood, no one ain't telling us nothin'
Not a threat in the field if you ain't touching anyone
Them rambos that you're swinging ain't touching any lungs
Stop lying 'bout shootings, you ain't touching any drums
Said she'll hold drug money, but ain't touching any guns
S bussed his gun couple times, but he's better at stabbing
Hit a lick couple times, but I'm better at trapping
Bro said do it hands off you're better at rapping
I'm mixing good with the bad, and it's making me happy
When me and big homie got the drop, one of a kind
Popped doors and start cheffing niggas one at a time
Hella rap cappers, but I ain't one of them guys
My hood will tell you I got more than just one on my knife
Gang