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 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 **** 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 **** 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

**** 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 **** 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