"Hot Freestyle On Famous Animal TV" lyrics
I'm still on the outwest, it's all good
Niggas tell opps, post they [?], I'ma pull up and kill all them niggas
Look
If I bounce out and he start running, I'ma chase his lil' ass out the drawls
He running through gangways and hopping gates
I'm just praying and hoping he fall
I just got a call, the opps up there tryna shop, I'm coming to shoot up the mall
Pop out, play—
We up in a Scat with a—
And we tryna link up with y'all
I get in that room, they asking me questions, I tell 'em I do not recall
Pop the opp, lil' boy, put belt to they ass, they know we do not play at all
He ran in the gate, I'm tryna knock off his head, the bullets was hitting the wall
She want me to wife her, she won't get a ring, that bitch something like Chris Paul (Damn)
We up in a Track, lil' 3 off a Perc, tweaking, driving this bitch like a dog
The labels coming, I don't got time to talk
I told 'em hit up [?]
This shit not a game, if we get top of your head, no, you cannot press pause
My mama been knew I was gon' be a problem, since like 10, I was breaking the laws (damn)
I been fucked up
I was the nigga in school taking a piss in the halls
When you finna suck it, just put the whole thing in your mouth, don't go nowhere near my balls
This .45 fucked him up
Left him open, he need way more than a gauze
I remember them times when lil' 3 was like, "Go and hit 'em," I'ma run up and finish him off (damn)
We in the field, we tryna put a hole in a nigga, but no, we do not play golf
This shit fit tight on my body, you know it's a [?], so don't even ask what it—
The last nigga dissed was dead on the scene
With bullet holes and white chalk
You got your gun, I got my gun, let's shoot it out, we can skip all of the talk (Lets go)
He made them lil' disses and died, his ass got fried, I don't know what the fuck he—
Get caught out of bounds, you know that we clapping your ass—
Better not get—
Long live my brudda, the nigga that popped him up ain't dead, but I bet he can't walk
Them niggas can't fuck with me
One piece of my fit cost half the shit you bought (damn)
Nigga
That shit cost half the shit that you bought (Go, damn)
That shit cost half the shit that you bought (Go)
Long live my brudda, the nigga that popped him up ain't dead, but I bet he can't—
Long live my brudda, the nigga that popped him up ain't dead, but I bet he can't walk
Niggas tell opps, post they [?], I'ma pull up and kill all them niggas
Look
If I bounce out and he start running, I'ma chase his lil' ass out the drawls
He running through gangways and hopping gates
I'm just praying and hoping he fall
I just got a call, the opps up there tryna shop, I'm coming to shoot up the mall
Pop out, play—
We up in a Scat with a—
And we tryna link up with y'all
I get in that room, they asking me questions, I tell 'em I do not recall
Pop the opp, lil' boy, put belt to they ass, they know we do not play at all
He ran in the gate, I'm tryna knock off his head, the bullets was hitting the wall
She want me to wife her, she won't get a ring, that bitch something like Chris Paul (Damn)
We up in a Track, lil' 3 off a Perc, tweaking, driving this bitch like a dog
The labels coming, I don't got time to talk
I told 'em hit up [?]
This shit not a game, if we get top of your head, no, you cannot press pause
My mama been knew I was gon' be a problem, since like 10, I was breaking the laws (damn)
I been fucked up
I was the nigga in school taking a piss in the halls
When you finna suck it, just put the whole thing in your mouth, don't go nowhere near my balls
This .45 fucked him up
Left him open, he need way more than a gauze
I remember them times when lil' 3 was like, "Go and hit 'em," I'ma run up and finish him off (damn)
We in the field, we tryna put a hole in a nigga, but no, we do not play golf
This shit fit tight on my body, you know it's a [?], so don't even ask what it—
The last nigga dissed was dead on the scene
With bullet holes and white chalk
You got your gun, I got my gun, let's shoot it out, we can skip all of the talk (Lets go)
He made them lil' disses and died, his ass got fried, I don't know what the fuck he—
Get caught out of bounds, you know that we clapping your ass—
Better not get—
Long live my brudda, the nigga that popped him up ain't dead, but I bet he can't walk
Them niggas can't fuck with me
One piece of my fit cost half the shit you bought (damn)
Nigga
That shit cost half the shit that you bought (Go, damn)
That shit cost half the shit that you bought (Go)
Long live my brudda, the nigga that popped him up ain't dead, but I bet he can't—
Long live my brudda, the nigga that popped him up ain't dead, but I bet he can't walk
