BeatKing - Houston 3 AM Freestyle lyrics

[BeatKing - Houston 3 AM Freestyle lyrics]

Hold up you gotta bump this shit at 3 am
Riding down 1960 bitch i'ma come down
(Yuh) , show 'em what's around (Yuh)
I'm I'ma come down, show 'em what's around
(Hold up) i'ma come down
(Yuh) , show 'em what's around (Yuh)
Side Sideways
(Yuh, yuh) , like them boys in the days

I done came down and I'm
Gon' show ma what's around club God
Ain't gon' fuck a bitch unless she fine
Gotta be a dime, maybe yet a quarter
I done pimped on a white bitch
And she a snorter
Studewood, Texas, nigga, that's that Eight
Riding with that cake for
That motherfucking hate
What's up, southside? Boys dripping sauce
Paint dripping gloss
Lane switching when I floss
Tipping down and braking
Strapped up what you thinking?
With two yellow bitches sucking dick
And I’ma tape 'em better yet record 'em
Gots to be more smarter
I don't swing down Allen
'cause I got warrants
Bitch, them lines be hot
Turn your main into a thot
Make that pussy pop
She give me top and give me guap
Still bumping that Michael Watts, what's up
Ron C?
RIP to Screw, chunk the deuce to Don Ki
What's up ESG? That's my fucking nigga
Every bitch I went to high school with, now
She stripping wow, she fucking bad, built
Tryna be friendly
'Cause i’m in a Bentley, bitch, you ugly
You offend me
I came down like a motherfucking chimney
Fucked your bitch mouth
Bust a nut on her kidney
I’m simply Club Godzilla
Ain't no nigga triller i'll kill a nigga for
That motherfucking scrilla
Tipping on them fours, Jordans on my toes
So important to these hoes
Bunnies snorting on that blow ninth grade
I was freestyling in the classroom
Now, I'm getting head at Club
Legends in the bathroom, ugh
"GOD" on them plates, out the sky
I be draped
No love for niggas that's bootlegging tapes
What's up
Lil Mario? I’m tipping through the bricks
Pistol on my dick, fifths with the bumper kit
What's up, J-Dawg? What's up, Boss Hogg?
I done popped my trunk
At that Willowbrook Mall
White people was startled
All my diamonds sparkle
I done fucked that bitch
Off Snapchat named Sparkle
She was fucking thick, Club God
I'm fucking rich
Trick, don't get up in my whip
If you ain't sucking dick
Tipping past that limelight, finna hit V-Live
Blue line when I ride, bad bitch on my side
BeatKing Kong, I ain't slim, but I'm a boss
Ain't shit change, I still bump Swishahouse
Hol' up

I'ma come down
(Yuh) , show 'em what's around (Yuh)
I'ma I'ma come down, show 'em what's around
(Hold up) i'ma come down
(Yuh) , show 'em what's around (Yuh)
Side Side Sideways
(Yuh, yuh) , like them boys in the days

Yuh 3 am, bitch real Northside shit, though
What up, Southside? Hold up
Raised off Swishahouse, nigga
Raised off Michael Watts, nigga
Still bump Swisha nigga, fuck that
Shit, nigga, I rep Swishahouse, nigga
Hold up yeah

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