Hatin' On The Kid Freestyle

Ha ha ha, whoo

Put ya hands up

Nigga put ya hands up

The industry is in trouble and i'm the answer

Put ya hands up

Nigga put ya hands up

The industry is in trouble and i'm the answer

Put ya hands up

Nigga put ya hands up

The industry is in trouble and i'm the answer

Man they hatin' on the kid

Fif set a pick

I go around shoot, swish

We the shit

Collar stay flipped

The black chrome on the kicks

Saw ya chain in the back of the sauce you ain't slick

Chicks love a pimp

Bitches they love a simp

Me I get the chicks

And you, you get the bitch

See me I lean on 'em

I don't drop gees on 'em

But some bump & grind just so they can pee on 'em

God damn I'm so hot I'm so sure

They take way more

Out of my check then they put on yours

Damn, you bunny niggas just hop back

You put your little album out nobody 'gon cop that

The game we lock that

Stop bitin' the hand that got that

Food in it

You losin' abusin the Unit

You gettin' woozy hearin the bars that I'm usin'

The flows layed back on the track I'm cruisin'

Bitch hop in the Coozy (shit)

Actin' all Boojee

I'm a rich nigga yay you'll fuck me if your choosy

I'm pop-u-lar

I stay hot for ya

I spit crack and let Whoo Kid chop it up (ha ha ha)

And it was no accident

That yo bitch went down south on me for so long she came up with an accent

(damn)

And words don't speak as loud as actions

Protection I got two types of Mags in the mattress

I'm in the zone you play it man to man

So what I'm tryin to say is ya'll some faggots

And then I hop up in the Rolls, you hop up in the van

Cause yo verse ain't even as hot as my ad-libs nigga