"CMO Freestyle" lyrics

(Come on, ayy, TP, come on with this shit, man)
Blrrrd

I said I'm all day in the Wraith, two choppers and a box of blacks
You know I'm ridin' 'round mad, I'm tryna pin somethin' out the MACs
Fast-forward, I ain't on that, I'm tryna kill a nigga with success
But niggas still be playin', give me the urge to go and lay somethin' to rest
I be sick of them weak-ass texts, stop bein' a bitch and be direct
And they know anytime it was static, I ain't never dodge no wreck
Baby, they cut me a ballplayer check, it's emerald diamonds on my neck
Your BD a peon, he ain't on shit, I'm overly loaded, can't say I ain't lit
Shit worth a half of brick on my wrist, I put it on, go post in the trenches
I'm the type of nigga hold a grudge, make you pay blood for my forgiveness
I'm still the same young nigga, I'm forever on that, and I'm forever with it
If I get the drop, just know I'm comin' to pay you a visit

I'm head huncho, I'm 'posed to be focused, frontline on the mission
Baby Slime took somethin' from you, chalk it up, bitch, we can't fix it
You want somethin' back? Pull up on Willett, we tote chopsticks in the trenches
Rose-gold Patek face two-fifty, I leave it on when I go killin'
Quit leavin' footprints in them group chats, puttin' the police in the business
All my members know it's buck and bop and rob and drug dealin'
He tried to tax off of five hundred, he got bucked 'fore he [?] glizzy
Want a silencer, but the black market been fucked up for a minute
I want a ton, but the 'bow market been fucked up as of lately
Last night, I got chased by the pigs goin' to pick up some bacon
My lil' crooked-teeth South Memphis ho talkin' 'bout we need some straight
Threw the spikes out, I eased on the curb, got away, bitch, I gave it (Blrrrd, ayy)

Nigga, my earring cost a baby (A baby), I still act like I can't hear (Can't)
Nigga said they smokin' Nuskie, we sparked on they ass a year (A year straight)
Hit your function eleven deep, it's twenty-two fullies in here (Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
All of us strapped with two switches (Some fullies), everybody screamin' out, "Blrrrd" (Pussy)
Put my gang around my neck (Choppa), I put my city on my back (Bitch)
Niggas better bend they finger, nigga, every folk gettin' cracked (On gang)
Nigga, we got an opp, drop off a bag of chips, nigga, them facts (No way)
Pussy, go clean up your block, you damn near died over this snack (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
This the same house from off of Google Maps, his ass was sweet
Don't believe that shit on IG, nigga, I'm neck-deep in the street (Yeah, dumb-ass nigga)
Poke my chest out when it beat (My chest), nigga, I'm way deep, Tyreek (Rrr, rrr, Tyreek)
Boy, I step on shit for real, go ask all the opps 'bout my feet, nigga (It's Carbon)

If we ain't talkin' 'bout my pussy, then ain't shit else sweet, nigga (Huh?)
Quit askin' when we linkin', I need 30K just to meet, nigga (The fuck?)
Antisocial, I don't fuck with hoes (Uh-uh), I don't greet bitches (Uh-uh)
Shake her ass, never at me in a post (Uh-uh), but I seen her sneak dissin' (Huh?)
Flawless diamonds in my neck and ear (Alright)
In my mansion, I got choppers under chandeliers (Brrt)
You ain't never had no motion, ho (At all), huh, come get near (Bitch)
Quick as you can blink, I'll make your nigga disappear (Brrt, brrt)
We got automatics, tell me who want static (Huh?)
Make your ass lay like a pallet (Ho), bitches up like attics (It's up)
Money-makin' addict, bitch, I'm up off Addys
Last hit I seen got tragic (On God), my lil' niggas crashin' (Fah, fah)
We shoot rrr with a passion, got rid of opps, we was fastin'
I'ma shoot my shot, uh-uh, I ain't passin' (Uh-huh)
My lil' niggas 'nem will shoot a movie on ma, who's castin'? (Fah, fah, fah)
Day Shiesty met me, I was makin' chopper scene, Tony Brazy (Uh)
Even if it's dirty, never lackin', I put that beef on my sandwich
Blrrrd