December Freestyle

Quality music, ****!

I just took a shit

GTA

**** try put us behind bars, ****, fuck that shit, ****

We ball, ****

**** know I'm up now

So I steer off, headin' uptown

Stunt? naw, runnin' up touchdowns

Duck nouns, why they blast blunt rounds?

Silver quick, gold medal

On the pedal dash armageddo

I don't even know if I'm ever gon' settle

Gon' wrestle till me unc now

Utter udder they be cash cow lover

It's on me

Four, five seconds, let me

Sleeve on the shoulder, salt cheeks

Come on me, come on me, c'est la vie

Honestly, me bereave, but I see

Gold, gold, gold, it's on me

So me think

Naw money me

Mini me, gon' see what I didn't

Billy Joel, keys be me sleeve

Anyhow, it's how it had to be

Might just hit a car for the lick

Grand theft auto, then he sprint

Off, he ain't gotta think, (uhh)

Speedy gone, brother, don't blink

So he sit down for the drink

Blah, blah, blah, suck the

Ungh, yeah

Ungh

December Freestyle