Mission Row Freestyle

Don't know my style, crooked smile

Juvenile, what's the problem, child?

Tryna put me in a cross, but my force was wild

Bitch made ass **** don't know my style

Squeeze, **** don't know my style (fuck anybody)

**** don't know my style

Bitch made ass **** don't know my style (fuck anybody)

Fuck you too, ****

Hit man, got my Hennessy, find your foes

In a room full of **** tryna hide your hoes

I'm gettin' high off a Buddha, but the time's too slow

I keep my mind on door, you'll never find me, bro

And who me? **** livin' life like a G in that artillery

Keepin' **** off of me, I can't sleep

Livin' in these wicked times, peep **** after me

Cause they see I'm stackin' cheese and heat

You can holla if you want to, please

I ain't runnin' with no punk crew, please

Enemies in my ranger zone, you're in a danger zone

My fuckin' game is strong, the hotline

You suckers better find your mind

I got mine, from puzzlin' and bustin' the rhymes

Hit my **** up and puttin' down a Rikers ass

Straight rap, but a **** gotta use his style, Z

Goin' to the driller, bust a AP, yeah

Slidin' on the water like a jet ski, yeah

I'm tryna fuck you on your bestie, yeah

Choppa with the scope, so do not test me, yeah

Ric Flair drip, go woo on a bitch

57, 90, spent the coupe on my wrist

Multi-million dollar, I'm a fool with the hicks

Hop up in a lemon, drop the roof, show the tits

Hoppin', but you really not gon' shoot

90 pointers, time a diamond, look like hula hoops

Hoppin', moppin', takin' in the status of my suits

Balenciaga, y'all go check my purse, it's Valentino boots

It's the woman out of way, a lot of them, a lot of racks

Never hesitate to give a **** yellow tape

And worry about the bag, 'cause the cash accumulate

Soon as we came in the game, all these ****, they imitated

Money, hoes, and clothes, blunt smoke comin' out the nose

It's all a **** knows, flippin' on foes, puttin' tags on toes

Watchin' the stash grow, clockin' the cash flow

The neighborhood grave digger, gettin' paid so much

All the bitches wanna see a ****

I guess they figure I'm paid, I wanna get laid

But since I got loot, I wanna knock boots

I'd rather beat my dick than trick

And if she don't suck, then we don't fuck

I'd rather make a buck, drive a fat-ass truck

Grab the nine-two clips and run them up

Yes, flex after two or three bets as I wreck shit

What the fuck you expectin'? A fly guy?

Well, fuck it, I'm the high guy

From Bed-Stuy, puttin' the swellin' on your eye

Ric Flair drip, go woo on a bitch

57, 90, spit the coupe on my wrist

Multi-million dollar, I'm a fool with the hits

Hop up in a Lam' and drop the roof, show the tits

Goin' to the jeweler, bust a AP, yeah

Slidin' on the water like a jet ski, yeah

I'm tryna fuck you on your bestie, yeah

Drop it with the skull, so do not test me, yeah

Ric Flair drip, go woo on a bitch

57, 90, spit the coupe on my wrist

Multi-million dollar, I'm a fool with the hits

Hop up in a Lam' and drop the roof