CyHi - Toca Tuesday Freestyle lyrics

Prince love rappin' but he in it for dough
Try to take it, he got a 3 minute-to-four
He invented the flow
It's just intended to blow
Cause my infinite spinach got my
Eyes squinted for show i been a menace
Make dennis look like a innocent ho
Playin' tennis with dro
Servin 'til I finish and go
The lieutenant with more ranks
Than ten colons, been rollin'
Ever since the prince been pen holdin'
I been strictly, about my money
But I was just on the DL like ken griffey
Hold up, I even got germany sewed up
Since the prince came
MC's currency slowed up
To stop me dawg it take yall to forfeit
And i'll go back to slingin'
8 ball like 4 dicks
I represent this southerin clique


Other than this
I'm in your ass like I'm smugglin' shit
And I'm sick with the paper mate
I got bitches that'll fake a rape
To get you banged up for
Bringing' my paper late
I'm a pimp not a cake a date
I'm the type to get your chick horny
As fuck and make her wait
The women think you on something
When you give it up
That's why more niggas broke cause a
Broad got they divends stuck
This is my life and I'mma live it up
I got the east on my side and
I'm bout to lock the pacific up
My antagonist is the faggot is savages
Come through and flash the mag at
His head with hazardous lead
Your troops induce me, to let loose the duece
Hit' em politely and say "oops excuse me"
I ain't gone argue with you
And start talkin' foul
But believe the only beef we let walk is cow
So get your mind right, cause mines white
Lines like i got two nines
You ain't got to look at the time twice
It's me, I got the whole rap game soliticin'
Slack slang ridiculous, ask game
I mention it
Many nigga call my phone for nick's
He thought my exact name was Nicholas
It's Max Payne you wack lames i snatch dames
My chat game is infamous
Clap aim, leave'em with back pains
I'm strapped mane police want to hate on me
It's not a job when we say
We lookin' for the J-O-B's
Cause they hoppin' out of the van
Quick we spot'em and ran
They don't want us sellin white now
They got a problem with tan
Damn, we got to get it how we live
We don't care we got to come
And get it out your crib
We could fight but we bring the toys out next
Leave a hater with more patches
Than a boy-scout vest
Killin' me? I dare you to try to
Cause I leave you throwin' up blood like piru
Nigga what