"NYC Freestyle" lyrics

Oh my God, Ronny

Lil' Frosty, I'm up in New York (What, What)
Fuck that lil' bitch, and she chew me like pork (What)
I'm ballin' of goofys, like I'm playing sports (Yeah)
I'm driving through Houston, I swerve in the Porsche (Skrt)
Call up Tay Money, and hit with the beam (Boom)
Bad Bitch, and she sippin' on lean (Lean)
I don't fuck with xannies, I just count the green
She bounce on my dick like a trampoline (Thot)
Lil Thotty, she want me to cuff her (Huh?)
I do not love her, I just want to fuck her (What, What)
She lick on my lollipop, I'm not a sucker
She want me to hit, but I use a rubber (Huh?)
I just cashed out on designer
Hit a lil' hoe from Westheimer
Look at my neck it, it might blind ya'
Call up my shooter, gon' find ya'
Break her back when I'm behind her (Thot)
He pillow talkin', man that shit is for bitches (Huh?)
Don't fuck with him cause them boys, they some snitches
He talkin' the money, but ain't seen the riches (Racks)
Twenty racks, got that shit up in my britches (Huh)
Them bitches they used to not fuck (Yeah)
Now I make money, I pull up and stunt (Yeah)
Big racks on me, and I spend it for fun
Can't be number two, gotta be number one (What?)
You wanna be me boy you need to just stop it (Okay)
I dropped a few songs, it took off like a rocket (Huh?)
Your paycheck, I blew it, got that in my pocket (Brr, brr)
Lil Frosty, I blow, and I came from the bottom