Same Damn Time (Freestyle)

Wearin’ Polo, wearin’ Gucci, at the same damn time

Gettin’ head, eatin’ coochy, at the same damn time

Smokin’ cush, smokin’ solid at the same damn time

Sellin’ hall, sell Impala, at the same damn time

At the same damn time, at the same damn time

At the same damn time, at the same damn time

Countin’ money, twistin’ green, at the same damn time

Drinkin’ liquor, sippin’ lean, at the same damn time

If y’all try to rob be, got to shoot me first

The gun is under my Gucci shirt

The ball of G, I got a hoe with me

And she keep the heat in her Gucci purse

I got dough to give, yea yours to flip

And I might throw the dick in this groupie first

I like the bitch cuz her coochy squirt

Imma hit it, I’m lickin’ that coochy first

Chicks like me now and they wipe me down

I might go buy a Free Bruce Lee shirt

Imma pipe it down till that coochy hurt

Imma hit but I’m gettin’ that coofee first

I’m on the strip with that fish scale

This row, we call that sushi work

A closet full of that (Gucci)

Li-like the anklets in our Gucci verse

I I I sling bricks they can’t flip

The same shit that got pookie murk

I’m a G but not on that gang shit

That’s the same shit that got tookie murk

I’m a gang star like Guru

With the seaman freezed that’s true blue

You cheatin’ on your boo boo

But your girl cheatin’ on you too

I said I wanna fuck you, boo

And she said I wanna fuck you too

But all you can do is give head tonight

Cuz at a red light I’m like soo woo

I I I ain’t gotta front

It’s a lot of things I want

So I’m grindin’, t-tr-tryna do a lot of things at once

Wearin’ Polo, wearin’ Gucci, at the same damn time

Gettin’ head, eatin’ coochy, at the same damn time

Smokin’ cush, smokin’ solid at the same damn time

Sellin’ hall, sell Impala, at the same damn time

At the same damn time, at the same damn time

At the same damn time, at the same damn time

Countin’ money, twistin’ green, at the same damn time

Drinkin’ liquor, sippin’ lean, at the same damn time

Yeaaaaa

Cassidy

Lost and you found ‘im

Shoutouts to Chubby Jag and A R Add

Yeaaaaa

I’m back on my bullshit

And some of you niggaz act like y’all forgot about the pressure I was applyin’

So I’m about to refresh your memory

I’m ‘bout to drop the hottest mixtape on the street

Mayhem music

It’s about to get ugly

Feel me

Pissed of avenger

Bangers in the air

This for the niggaz that love bars, love real rap, love hip-hop

That shit ain’t died cuz there’s niggaz like me still alive

Niggaz that could still buy the ship

And that’s exactly what I’m about to do

Stock body and shit

Imma buy these mike beats, off these niggaz beats

Whatever motherfuckin’ beats I feel like jumpin’ on

I can even buy this shit acapella

I don’t even need no motherfuckin’ beat

Y’all niggaz know you’re scared of me

Stop frontin’

Y’all know you’re afraid of the shit I be bringin’ to the team

Cuz every time I get in the motherfuckin’ booth

I spit bars to embarrass motherfuckers

Feel me

Pissed of avenger

It’s about to get ugly

I’m rapped out man

Scream at me

Peace