527 Freestyle

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I'm with the hop out, pop out, ain't no opps out

And boosters what you fuck, **** not 'bout

Free Kray if he wrong, just free my **** out that cell

And for the **** dissing, yeah, we quick to give 'em hell

For fags and bitch-mades, dumpin' on shit stains

And all that poppin', you a man with some bitch ways

Stay up on the house, lil' ****, don't get flamed

Look, huh, aight

****, I'm from Southside, Jackers and Jays, that's if you didn't know

Ain't poppin' hots on the 'Gram 'til **** hit the floor

Your homie died, it's still crazy y'all **** want some more

But I'm from Jayside, stupid, I'm quick to let the blow

It's all good in the hood, my ****, come get it

Don't let the 'Gram fool you, on Jays, my **** with it

My boy done knocked your brodie down, y'all know who did it, huh?

Look, tuh, y'all know who did it, huh?

Yeah, I'm creepin' through your section with this weapon

Pipe down, don't make me have your mama out here stressin'

Fun and gunsmoke, whole city, on gang, where it get hectic

If you see them Jay poles, I suggest you keep it steppin', ****

Yeah, I came a long way, yeah, from them cold days

I was in the streets, I ain't give a fuck about what mama say

Off the muscle, so you know I had to make a way

Do it for my brothers who out there flockin', tryna make a play

Pipe down, I'm with the fuck-ups and all that

And any faggot slippin', finna shoot at his ballcap

Bitch, don't ask where I'm at, I'm in the field where the thugs at

And you the type of **** ask a bitch where your hug at

**** thinkin' he cold, that's on the gang, I feed him hot shit

Do it for them days I had to bounce out and flock shit

And every time I flow on beats, bitch, I do not miss

I'm screamin' free the gang 'til they let 'em out the box, bitch

Dead homies, dead homies, you ain't got nothin'

Every time you see Drex hop out, these **** run

They ask me why I do this shit, I do this shit for fun

Man, you can squabble these bullets, ****, fuck a one on one

He don't like me, he wanna fight me, well, come and shoot me

I remember bein' fifteen, I was slidin' on a hoopty

Ain't trippin' over no bitch, ****, it's all gucci

I'm only lovin' on these bitches when I'm fuckin' up the coochie

All facts, me love you? Bitch, please

I'll probably think about it if you get up on your knees

Stay up on the sidewalks, ****, I'm from the streets

Man, I got this shit on lock, y'all **** better take a seat

Y'all better sit down, 'cause on Jays, y'all **** bunk

We know the real you, my ****, you don't want the funk

We been upped the score, y'all **** can't keep up

Anybody can get it, that's on the gang, I don't give a fuck, ****, huh