Freestyle Pt2 by Kappin HG Lyrics

(Hol on, Hol on, Hol on, Bring the beat back)


Kapalot G, And u know that it’s me

Totin all of the macs and it came wit a beam

Hit his ass in his dream

Imma knock off ur team

I’m jus chasin the green

Sippin all on the lean

Call it pure codeine

But now I’m finna blick shi
Uppin Glocks, it hit shi
Totin macs and big sticks
Make his mans wig split
U know he a whole bitch
Foldin, he a whole snitch
Leave him in body bag
Leave em wit a toe tag
Now we finna blitz his ass
Doctor finna stitch his ass
Glock wit a long mag
Smokin up on all the gas

I’m Rollin up that good pack
Chasin the big stacks
We ain’t runnin no track
We ain’t sellin no crack
You niggas really lack

Cuz I up wit this pole
Snitchin, gotta snatch his soul
Now a nigga up in fa sho
My heart is real cold
Now a nigga chasin gold


Uppin this blick
And I’m clutching stick
Imma knock off ur shit
And We makin em quit
This that real gang shit
Keep a Glock wit a switch
And I’m tryna get rich
And That nigga a bitch
Leave his ass in a ditch
We streaming, no twitch

I’m clutching this tool
And I’m actin a fool
Don’t follow the rules
And I’m Up in the school
My chain drownin, no pool

I gotta Chain and it glow
I’m jus doin a show
I ain’t chasin no hoe
Skirt off on luh bro
That nigga, he slow
I’m jus changing the flow

This drac it’ll blow
Leave a tag on his toe
Leave his ass on the road
I Gotta stick the code
Up the gun and reload
Follow the g-code
Call it a cheat code