Drunk Freestyle

Yeah Yeah Yeah I slept on the floor, ain't had the luxury of mattress Had to stretch my money like Reed Richards, I'm fantastic Your bitch a magician, she be showin' me her hat trick Back in special ed, I wore a helmet in my classes That boy ran up on me and we turned that boy to ashes Ashes, ashes, turned that boy to ashes Your bitch suck my dick and now I'm aiming for her glasses Used to think that mayonnaise was an instrument like Patrick Hop up on a beat and I go IEP retarded I don't fuck with Walmart, 'cause I always hit my target I don't fuck with niggas, so they think I'm homophobic Ballin' on these niggas, like my name was Garrett Poling I was in the field, just like a nigger, Kunta Kinte Knew she was a slut, I didn't listen to her friends say I just want the top, why is you takin' all your clothes off? Bitches shakin' ass, I fucked around and turned to Chris Ross I just fucked a dyke and afterwards, I said, "No homo" Your bitch suck my dick and I recorded it in slo-mo Homie went to prison and his bitch kept tryna fuck me I ain't even do it 'cause that bitch was kinda ugly Okay, I'm just kiddin', she eat me up like some lunch meat Okay, I'm just kiddin', she eat me up like a zombie Nigga ran up on me, now his face on Abercrombie I was in Moline, I didn't listen to my mommy Ay, didn't listen to my mommy Didn't listen to my mommy To my mommy Niggas goin' out sad, now they be tryna beef about a bitch (bitch) Why the fuck would you trust her when you know she out here doin' dicks? In the crib tryna lay low, I don't give a fuck about stitch (stitch) Keep sippin' on codeine, I see purple stuff when I piss I done really came a long way from back when I was hitting licks I done really came a long way, don't believe me? Nigga, ask your bitch Don't believe me? Nigga, ask your bitch Niggas mad that I'm lit Spent ten days in the hospital, know the opps happy I'm sick I was stranded in Mexico, 'cause my wristwatch called Ice (Ice) Niggas ain't tryna knuckle up, so that's why I gotta keep a pipe (pipe) No, my name ain't Tyrone, but I'm here to fuck a nigga's wife (wife) No, my name ain't Joe Rogan, but I'm talkin' shit on this mic (mic) Bitch nigga tried to run down, be the last day of his life 'Member back I was so broke, every day I used to hit stains Bitch ain't used to text back, now she fuckin' me for the fame Fell in love with an e-girl, so I had to stop playing the game Fell in love with an e-girl, almost made a nigga go insane Keep poppin' these Percocets, 'cause that's the only thing that ease the pain I know she don't really love me, she be fuckin' niggas for the fame Pull up on an opp nigga like, "Do you know Joy Lane?" Huh, ridin' through East Moline, gotta keep it on me Niggas tryna smoke me, yeah Tried to fuck on Kelsey, she ran away like, "Help me" Told her, "This ain't healthy," yeah Tried to fuck on Luna, should've did it sooner Now she with them shooters, yeah Tried to fuck on Anny, I was off them Xannies She ain't understand me, yeah Tried to fuck on Abby, she be off them Addies I can't be her daddy, yeah No, I will not text her, nigga, I'm a flexer Just like Lucas Becker, yeah (Manyo...)