StanWill - YouTube Beat (Freestyle) lyrics
[StanWill - YouTube Beat Freestyle lyrics]
Ha ha, yeah
(Reuel, stop playing with these niggas)
What up, Reuel?
We ain't playing with these niggas
Ha ha, yeah, bitch, okay huh
It's a hunnid bitches in this room
But I'm thinking 'bout some pape'
Yo bitch tryna throw that cap but
I keep pointing at her face
She want a selfie with the guns
This bitch keep pointing at the Drac'
I keep a rocket for the opps, bitch
I'll throw 'em into space
Okay, this nigga know I hit his
Bitch so I liked his pic
Catch a opp, shoot his face
On some license shit
Oh my god, BabyTron got the whitest sticks
Gang like to blitz, we on yo ass
Catch you hiking shit
Double G drawers on, I got Gucci dick
She ain't naked when she step in
Herе? We gon' boot the bitch
I be on thе block with
That 9 like I'm Vucevic
Whips and chains got yo baby
Looking like I'm Kunta Kinte
Yeah, whips and chains, bitch
I feel like Kunta Kinte
She gon' throw a lil' head 'cause
The Rollie got the big face
I got bitches in my DMs tryna
Find out how this dick taste
All gas through this fucker
I ain't never had to hit brakes
Like never though, ha ha, yeah
My life a movie, bitches tryna
Get behind the scenes, huh
Ain't never see me with my hand out
I ain't never need one
Won't ever catch me without banger, bitch
You know I keep one
You know brodie got the mop
It's funny he'll sweep something
Three hoes, one me
They blew me like a three-one
Sixty hanging out the chop
This bitch look like a tree trunk
I might break my neck looking down
At niggas 'cause my team up
Yeah, team up and we stuck
We ain't coming down life a relay
Tote the stick when I run around
Funny how we hopping out the Sprinter
Just to run 'em down
Who ever gassed 'em up the reason that
We had to gun 'em down
Ha ha, spot a opp, oh shucks
Ten hoes in this BNB
You know they all fucked
She ain't cheating on you, boy
I only got my balls sucked
I been scoring for a minute
I can't give the ball up
Her black-ass keep tryna throw the
Cat but this ain't Wakanda
Pulled up thinking I'm a lick? His
Corpse on display in Swanson
My bitch head fire but yo
Bitch got my favorite tonsils
Fit wet as hell
I think this bitch should've
Came with goggles whole closet wet as hell
I'm swimming in my wardrobe
They ain't sucking dick in thirty
Minutes? Call some more hoes
Firearm on me, I'll get my Human Torch on
Habibi greet me every time
He call me "Mister Four Phones"
She wanna marry me? This bitch couldn't
Even get a onion ring amiri Hot Pockets
Got 'em stuffed with a bunch of cheese
Thinking he gon' score? Got him
Looking at a hundred beams
Why the fuck the niggas talking
Down always under me?
Good question, I don't even know
Unky off a deuce of Wockiana
I don't even pour
Dee keep tryna pass the Turtle Pie
But I don't even smoke
He keep rapping 'bout them blickies
Knowing he don't even tote
Lil' gang just dropped, fuck
Lil' gang just dropped a Presidential
He don't even vote
I be on, I don't even know
If she had to pick, I
Guarantee she fucking me, for sure
Ha ha, yeah
ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, that's
On every song, bitch
(Reuel, stop playing with these niggas)
What up, Reuel?
We ain't playing with these niggas
Ha ha, yeah, bitch, okay huh
It's a hunnid bitches in this room
But I'm thinking 'bout some pape'
Yo bitch tryna throw that cap but
I keep pointing at her face
She want a selfie with the guns
This bitch keep pointing at the Drac'
I keep a rocket for the opps, bitch
I'll throw 'em into space
Okay, this nigga know I hit his
Bitch so I liked his pic
Catch a opp, shoot his face
On some license shit
Oh my god, BabyTron got the whitest sticks
Gang like to blitz, we on yo ass
Catch you hiking shit
Double G drawers on, I got Gucci dick
She ain't naked when she step in
Herе? We gon' boot the bitch
I be on thе block with
That 9 like I'm Vucevic
Whips and chains got yo baby
Looking like I'm Kunta Kinte
Yeah, whips and chains, bitch
I feel like Kunta Kinte
She gon' throw a lil' head 'cause
The Rollie got the big face
I got bitches in my DMs tryna
Find out how this dick taste
All gas through this fucker
I ain't never had to hit brakes
Like never though, ha ha, yeah
My life a movie, bitches tryna
Get behind the scenes, huh
Ain't never see me with my hand out
I ain't never need one
Won't ever catch me without banger, bitch
You know I keep one
You know brodie got the mop
It's funny he'll sweep something
Three hoes, one me
They blew me like a three-one
Sixty hanging out the chop
This bitch look like a tree trunk
I might break my neck looking down
At niggas 'cause my team up
Yeah, team up and we stuck
We ain't coming down life a relay
Tote the stick when I run around
Funny how we hopping out the Sprinter
Just to run 'em down
Who ever gassed 'em up the reason that
We had to gun 'em down
Ha ha, spot a opp, oh shucks
Ten hoes in this BNB
You know they all fucked
She ain't cheating on you, boy
I only got my balls sucked
I been scoring for a minute
I can't give the ball up
Her black-ass keep tryna throw the
Cat but this ain't Wakanda
Pulled up thinking I'm a lick? His
Corpse on display in Swanson
My bitch head fire but yo
Bitch got my favorite tonsils
Fit wet as hell
I think this bitch should've
Came with goggles whole closet wet as hell
I'm swimming in my wardrobe
They ain't sucking dick in thirty
Minutes? Call some more hoes
Firearm on me, I'll get my Human Torch on
Habibi greet me every time
He call me "Mister Four Phones"
She wanna marry me? This bitch couldn't
Even get a onion ring amiri Hot Pockets
Got 'em stuffed with a bunch of cheese
Thinking he gon' score? Got him
Looking at a hundred beams
Why the fuck the niggas talking
Down always under me?
Good question, I don't even know
Unky off a deuce of Wockiana
I don't even pour
Dee keep tryna pass the Turtle Pie
But I don't even smoke
He keep rapping 'bout them blickies
Knowing he don't even tote
Lil' gang just dropped, fuck
Lil' gang just dropped a Presidential
He don't even vote
I be on, I don't even know
If she had to pick, I
Guarantee she fucking me, for sure
Ha ha, yeah
ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, that's
On every song, bitch