Kokamoe Freestyle

Leggin' with the clip, we dump it off like V. Radmanović

Sorry homie, you know we not friends, it's all for politics

Politics, never get to see who really runnin' shit

Now you know who runnin' shit, you rappers on punishment

Poppa doc niggas they be lyin' on they brother dick

Everybody scared of Lil' Linky , man it's evident

Feelin' like 50 way back in '03, aw geez

Talkin' 'bout goddamn, they on some other shit

3-0-whop screamin' 4-4 on my Louis shit

Poppin' tags, by the Mo', niggas on their dummy shit

Uh-uh trade my slave noose for a gold noose

Black and yellow goose with the boots and the jumpsuit

We shot a nigga at the go-go last week

We don't really care who got shot last week

Ridin' up the meter, plug 'ya village bumpin' Migos

I'm past shit, you don't want no problems with a G, D. C

PG, I'm the king of the streets

I never had to struggle with the gangs in a beef

Always ten toes so it's hard to defeat

And trust me nigga, I been lookin' hard for a beat, huh

He ain't rap this hard in a long time

U-Street, poppin' off, Vita do's and nines

Muslim homies always sayin' wallahi to the guys

All my life been addicted to the power, ain't gon' lie, yo

Ain't no fear, I'm never wellin

Put a shell up in yo

Ain't no tellin' when we do it, we just shoot and get ya

Got a bad thing, her name LaLa

Ass wide, with them tatas keep my mouth wide, uh

Northside bumpin' Norf Norf, what a day

When I was a baby, I was wildin' for respect

You gon' get your head bust fuckin' with the set

Fuck around here and talk crazy, you get wet

We ran so many niggas outta here

Wonder why young Linky never had a fear

Say it once, say it twice, you gon' get a piece

Anybody ever ask what happened with the bitch

Runnin' from police, they almost had me when I steal

Way, way back I almost started sellin' then

'Round the same time bumpin' T.I. vs Tip

I ain't know who went harder, made me wanna sell a brick

Now we in the game enough, so busy from the bank

Niggas look to you like, damn dog, look where you came

I don't give a fuck about shit, man yeah, I changed

And let your niggas style and I need my fuckin' change

DMV nigga, hunnid niggas under ya

Leggin', leggin', leggin', third leggin' with my peers

Rappin' ass nigga, but I'm quiet when I'm here

I'm always plottin' on a bitch, pretend I'm plottin' on my fears

We don't need no checks from the boys

We just need, respect from the boys

We don't wanna fall in love by the boys

So I just get the lil' reap drillin' with the boys, yeah

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