La Leakers Freestyle

Look, you wanna know who's in my top ten

Me, me, me and me again

Run and tell them that it ain't pretend

No fake news, CNN

Run and tell them that I lay the pipe

All my exes still sprung

That must mean the double X's on my chest ain't the only thing huh

What did I do to deserve this?

I can tell you if you listen

The difference is you a gimmick, I earned this

Someone give me some detergent

I just came out of the mud

Wipe my sneakers on the rug

No ID's for the club

No idea where the stash is, hidden pocket for the drugs

Tell the police suck my dick like sluts

I will not budge

Nor will I trust, I am rich like Russ

I used to grab my daughter from her mothers house on 112th and Dove

They tried to kill me in my dads truck

I had a 40 in my pants tucked

You know I am from the land of

Young killers, no manners

Put the purple in the fantas

Eyes red like Santas

And now a driver pulls the van up

Now they watchin me wit cameras

Had to shut down the campus

All the way to Los Angeles

See ya'll got me on some trash

Got me speakin on the past

Like I wasn't on a private jet with Dan Gilbert gettin Kyrie at the draft

Like I wasn't shining on my XXL freshman class

Like I needed these collabs

Just to get these plaques

No, I got plenty of 'em

Man I'm solo on many of 'em

Y'all know I changed rap

Live shows I changed that

Mosh pits since way back

My guitar, I play that

Ya'll witnessing a rock star kissin on a pop star (Haaa)

Power, I Bloom, no flower

Swisher sweet full of sour

That's a juxstaposition

Shut the fuck up and listen

Just to meet me in the present is a present

Meet me for dinner at seven, a celebration is in order

Book me a table at Beauty & Essex

I don't need the menu neither

Bring me some Yellow Tail and tequila

Used to eat Taco Bell every evening

That's what the fuck I was doing in Cleveland

Aye, worth the wait

Third album on the way, y'all know I slay

I shotgun pump, I don't pump brakes

I'm my favorite rapper alive since my favorite rapper banned me from Shade 45

I wonder, what now?

It's the Gunna (click clack, keep going?)

Look, ya'll don't gotta hear shit

Ask anybody in the 216 if my name rings bells in them bricks

Everybody know who that is

So what you hate boy, you late boy

You ain't heard about that great boy

The 3 letter name caucas boy

Used to live right there up the way boy

Man you heard about him, said the name

Saw the iTunes and clicked to play

You liked the shit and then bought the shit

And put 'em on a playlist right next to Jay

Yo girl saw me and I signed her tits

Disappeared, you couldn't find the bitch

And your heart stopped, you know what time it is

Aye her man called me like

Be humble, not now

It's the Gunner, need my crown

Gimme that