Rollin N Controllin Freestyle

Grrt, pow-pow-pow-pow

Yeah, y'all know the vibes

It's that six times ten shit

Niggas don't need no favors, them ends don't need no friends (CP did it baby)

Get me? Look

Hm, huh, look

Listen

I walk in the spot, thirty on me and some chops

All my niggas really rock, roll, control

Shout my 'Layos, you know how my niggas move

But I ain't movin', I'm rollin' and I'm shootin'

I said, baby, it's crazy

I be really with them killin' niggas and them drillin' niggas and we back

In the Floss, get you offed

I don't do this too much, I just talk that talk

Gimme talk back too, what's the word? What y'all wanna do?

Empty out the clip, I'm with the Crips, neighborhood shit

All of my niggas, they on shit, I ain't gotta be on, bitch

Hol' on, I be so gone

Call up that boy YJ grippin' on the tool

He gon' break the rules, boy, you a fool, you a fool

I said, Mad Max, he a demon, he let llamas fly

Soso, onе call, that boy built for homicide

I am war ready, stay steady, don't gotta say too much

I was in thе pen' wit' a couple killer niggas and I stay tooled up

I could get you shot, get you packed up, huh, that's on the sеt

I ain't gotta say too much, and I just let that bitch, let that bitch off

Stupid nigga, what you talking for?

I am really in these streets, and I won't say no more

Hol' on, shake it, huh, just, I said just shake it

All this money that I'm makin', bad bitches and they cakin'

Ass fat, huh, heard that bad bitch was Jamaican

Put her in her place, put it in her face, hol' on

She was so wet, haha, grabbed on the TEC

Now I gotta lift a nigga up, leave his brother upset

Heard that lil' nigga tellin', huh, I'm a felon

But I ain't even gonna act like I'm playin' wit' a nigga, I'ma get 'em

Grr, I'm nasty, bad bitches and they classy, they ain't trashy

Ask me anything you really want

I'ma let em up, I'ma go dumb, huh

I do this shit for fun

Tell them niggas check in with me 'cause I keep a gun

Huh? You can not play, 38, let it spray

That nine milli', thirty clip, let 'em

This is all I gotta say, I do it all for the gang

Me and you is not the same, stay in your place

Boy, you a lame, I'll carry the tool

And I'm still on the Fifth wit' an eighth