Fashion Week Freestyle

Uh Told the cat, "Only call, stop texting the phone" I'm a laid back rapper I don't get many shows Got link for a hammer He can get many poes I put the "L" into lit, so I get many hoes This ain't fashion week I be drippin' head to my toes I was young trappin', 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 queue of crack If I'm your favorite rapper What I rap about, I'm doing that If he done me dirty, then it's only right I do him back I had a bit of magic They like trappin' road, I do the math My dawg got a five for shottin' out of town We live and learn He runs it up on the wing There's niggas free livin' Worse, won't hear me on the- 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, wasn't even a lot First time I sheffed something down, it wasn't even a opp If I Dior my feet, naturally I'll Dior my top I got hella reasons why I'm not Diorrin' a fuck My grey one could easily be in the only way's 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 lackin', 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 rapper and the ballers My nigga said the line's slow, he's finna bleach Outside the party 'til it's done And start wrappin' up the ballers The yutes that I beef look popped out and miserable Like The Spot in Cockfosters, they need a miracle Tried and yeah they're onto me So mom knows I'm a criminal Niggas wanna hit the T, but they ain't got the minerals Doing positive Now they want to be my cousin Mom used to find food in my room and get to cussin' Put an OG on me without pressin' any button And we're still good in the hood No one ain't tellin' us nothing Not a fret in the field, if you ain't touchin' anyone Them rambos that your swinging ain't touching any lungs Stop lying 'bout shootings, you ain't touching any drums Said you'll hold drug money, but ain't touching any guns S bust his couple times But he's better at stabbin' Hit a lick couple times But I'm better at trappin' Bro said "Do it hands off, you're better at rappin" I'm mixing good with the bad And it's making me happy You and me and big homie got the drop One of a kind Pop doors and start sheffin' niggas one at a time Hella rap cappas, but I ain't one of them guys My hood will tell you I got more than just one on my knife Gang