Stoley / TwentyTwos Freestyle pt. 1 by BUCKS GTB Lyrics
Ride out in a Stoley
Late nights spinning blocks and s**t
By my doley, I don’t give a f**k
Lil bucks still pop his s**t
I don’t say much, I just play my role
Reach for my chain and I’ll rock a b***h
I don’t argue, I just block the b***h
Did some donuts and I crashed the whip
I ain’t been to Cali but I’m smoking on cookies
I’m a vet, all you lil boys rookies
In a vet, bet you n****s can’t book me
Like the rest, you ain’t gangsta you p***y
Saint Laurent, baby get what you want
I’m a dog I f**k b*****s for fun
I took the roof (ruff) off the vert
12 pull me, imma skrrrtt
This drake go (draco) “bo bo bo boom”
See a opp, imma clear out the room
R.i.p six, r.i.p to my goons
I’m in your strip, I’m gone get you in tune
My shotta gone call me on FaceTime
My b***h tight I won’t make time
On the road cross a state line
Free my son doing fed time
I do what I do then I dip
Mask on, a young n***a lit
Soon as I slide I know she gone strip
Wore a rubber, she swallowed the kid
I was stuck on the block
I’m trying to do shows
Couple bands, and I’m back on the road
All black hoodie designer my clothes
You a bird you a dub (dove) I don’t f**k with those
Ay, goddamn I don’t gotta scam
Cocaine 50 white girl she my only fan
And I am not her man
I hit from the gram
I hit it from the back
Like my piece I let it clap
Late nights spinning blocks and s**t
By my doley, I don’t give a f**k
Lil bucks still pop his s**t
I don’t say much, I just play my role
Reach for my chain and I’ll rock a b***h
I don’t argue, I just block the b***h
Did some donuts and I crashed the whip
I ain’t been to Cali but I’m smoking on cookies
I’m a vet, all you lil boys rookies
In a vet, bet you n****s can’t book me
Like the rest, you ain’t gangsta you p***y
Saint Laurent, baby get what you want
I’m a dog I f**k b*****s for fun
I took the roof (ruff) off the vert
12 pull me, imma skrrrtt
This drake go (draco) “bo bo bo boom”
See a opp, imma clear out the room
R.i.p six, r.i.p to my goons
I’m in your strip, I’m gone get you in tune
My shotta gone call me on FaceTime
My b***h tight I won’t make time
On the road cross a state line
Free my son doing fed time
I do what I do then I dip
Mask on, a young n***a lit
Soon as I slide I know she gone strip
Wore a rubber, she swallowed the kid
I was stuck on the block
I’m trying to do shows
Couple bands, and I’m back on the road
All black hoodie designer my clothes
You a bird you a dub (dove) I don’t f**k with those
Ay, goddamn I don’t gotta scam
Cocaine 50 white girl she my only fan
And I am not her man
I hit from the gram
I hit it from the back
Like my piece I let it clap