REASON, Isaiah Rashad, Kal Banx, Ray Vaughn - Group Freestyles lyrics

Late nights i feel like what?
Feel my bitch, fill my cup feel my lust
Feel my reign, feel my nut this that drank
Hold your breath, what’s your rank?
What’s your rank? Count that cash, Issa Rae
Pussy ass nigga be talking that raw
Knowing that shit won’t come back hard
Pussy ass nigga be talking that cheese
Knowing them niggas ain’t counting no fees
Nigga my brother still flipping them pies
Monkey ass nigga gon run from this side
Me, with my guys
Talk my slang, smoke and die
Lets get fly, fuck a trend, lets get high
Fuck let’s ride, bent my rims
Fuck lets slide (Part I I)

Baby, I'm going nuts
Threw up, crash on the bus
I saw the vision for the top
Before a young nigga came up


Now a young nigga paid up
Fuck a nigga tryna cage us

Got no time for the snakes, uh
Barely got time for the hoеs
What I wanna do with my cash?
Prolly have ‘em take my dash
Sail alot, thе ocean different
My life cinematic, motion pictures
Then come pose on the deep end
Fucked up on the freeway
Look, I be fucked up with side bitch
I be sober with my main
Lately I’m on kill mama
Lately gotta teach my hoes to fish
Wassup? wassup?
I just need the mouth, give me kingdom clout
Suck my demons out, she such a blessing
I just bleed em out, I don’t need the scalp
I could be a scout or be a referee, bitch
Wassup? wassup? Baby, I'm going nuts
Threw up, crash on the bus
I saw the vision for the top
Before a young nigga came up
Now a young nigga paid up
Fuck a nigga tryna cage us

I saw the vision for the top
Before a young nigga came up
Now a young nigga paid up
Fuck a nigga tryna cage us

Yeah i'm just sayin' that, yeah
I just, damn yeah, yeah

I take my licks in the storm, bitch do me raw
Yeah, still fuckin' 'til six in the morn'
Son, how I flooded out the wrist to reward
Damn, they don't make 'em like this anymore
Don't try to hold that
You can't control that
I bought the 'Rari, the Tesla
Then I got the throwback i used to ride it
The Honda that was black as Kodak
And I recall it, like a
Picture, that is, really, that's sick
Big screen lyrics, yeah, sixteen nearin'
And "Zay, 'fore you leave
Can you fuck me in the mirror?"yeah
Baby, I got too many bitches
Not to mention them
Hoes, I don't even know they names
But they be feelin' it tough
They wanna touch me like
Under covers and anacondas
Before you fuckin' go purchase
Your Gary Paytons i'm really not everybody
Sippin' and talkin' bad as yo' daddy
You shouldn't fuck with these niggas
We was the reckless

Yeah, I fuck my bitch when I'm bored
Rich from the poor drunk, high
Stumblin' off the shit's and record
Smooth nigga, even when I miss, I'ma score
Damn, they don't make 'em like this anymore
Zay, I don't agree what you talkin'
I ain't no regular
Fuck you think they callin' me
"Him"? I'm a competitor
Levelin', young veteran
More lines than editors
Shit, why you think we
Top Dawgs? Niggas different, uh
I been that nigga since Hov was Big Pimpin'
Fly nigga, ain't no gravity, damn
Say somethin' slick
We on your line like a family plan
I used to throw up gang signs
Out my granny new van
Just some young hood niggas with no
Guidance like Drake and Chris
My latest shit, make niggas elevate they pen
My new chick always say she
Ain't no basic bitch
Well, tell me why we always argue
Over basic shit? That's crazy
2020, we can burn one
I done took way too many Ls
And I ain't earned some
No more buyin' bags for bitches
That can't afford one
No more gettin' brain from bitches
That I can't learn from
Look, we done went from H to the Izzo
To now a bunch of niggas
And bitches with all gimmicks
Show they ass more than Lizzo, shit
This shit screwed up
I stayed the same like grenades
When I took my pen out, a nigga blew up