20 My 20 Freestyle by Kin$oul Lyrics
[Intro]
CashMoneyAP
Boy, this a freestyle nigga, I'm having fun with this shit
Fuck what you talking about
I be trying to sleep up on that hoe
Oh nigga
Ah, yeah, nigga turnt nigga
Ooh, BatGang on the track, bitch
[Chorus]
50, my 50, my 50
20, my 20, my 20
Fuck with that rock, I swear that rock
40 around me without holding it
For your eyes, fuck you right
Red dot, what are you holding
Polarize, hot shoes are mine
20-
[Verse]
20, my 20, my toes
Pulling up schools, my homies
You wanna stay right now
You wanna vibe like you lonely
Pull up, let down of that chrome
I don't really think you know me
I don't really think you know me
No you not my homie
Robbing, I'm robbing, I put out the coup
That coup, coup, coup
That whoa, whoa
Pull out that 28, 28, 28
20 bag got my foe
I might just slip in a fold
They pointing at me, you never would know
Slow mo, feeling the moe, tell me you act out on your own
Don't try to play games now, now
Pull out the range now
All of them change now
How much dollars sounding same now
Feeling so crazy, fuck that shit
I guess I'm not the same now
Tell me to rain now
I will probably won't change now
Swish it, swish it, swish
Pull up, blade swish
Niggas be talking that shit
Water, make it, uh (Yeah)
Shanty wanna chill
Really, she been fucking up
Can I trust a slut, huh
Only put it in her butt
That one, huh
One, one jump, huh
28 gun
Pull it, ball hard
Star, huh
Balls, huh
Run it right, Donald Trump, huh
Want it, rwar
Niggas wanna talk, they acting dumb
Yeah, look have some dumb
Yeah, what you said, what
Vool and have some fun
Ha, nigga who
Running lot of sum
Number one
Shooting loud or something
20, ayy, rams, what
Yeah, roll it up
Yeah, smoke it up
Oh, free smoke, I know you choking, bruh
No you lying, I can tell you lying
I can tell you pussy tired
I been running for a mile
For a while, I can change up any style, oh
Big nigga come through in a crowd
Got 'em dancing, what you jugging
They nigga dancing
They ri-riding round the city
I don't know if it was sand
CashMoneyAP
Boy, this a freestyle nigga, I'm having fun with this shit
Fuck what you talking about
I be trying to sleep up on that hoe
Oh nigga
Ah, yeah, nigga turnt nigga
Ooh, BatGang on the track, bitch
[Chorus]
50, my 50, my 50
20, my 20, my 20
Fuck with that rock, I swear that rock
40 around me without holding it
For your eyes, fuck you right
Red dot, what are you holding
Polarize, hot shoes are mine
20-
[Verse]
20, my 20, my toes
Pulling up schools, my homies
You wanna stay right now
You wanna vibe like you lonely
Pull up, let down of that chrome
I don't really think you know me
I don't really think you know me
No you not my homie
Robbing, I'm robbing, I put out the coup
That coup, coup, coup
That whoa, whoa
Pull out that 28, 28, 28
20 bag got my foe
I might just slip in a fold
They pointing at me, you never would know
Slow mo, feeling the moe, tell me you act out on your own
Don't try to play games now, now
Pull out the range now
All of them change now
How much dollars sounding same now
Feeling so crazy, fuck that shit
I guess I'm not the same now
Tell me to rain now
I will probably won't change now
Swish it, swish it, swish
Pull up, blade swish
Niggas be talking that shit
Water, make it, uh (Yeah)
Shanty wanna chill
Really, she been fucking up
Can I trust a slut, huh
Only put it in her butt
That one, huh
One, one jump, huh
28 gun
Pull it, ball hard
Star, huh
Balls, huh
Run it right, Donald Trump, huh
Want it, rwar
Niggas wanna talk, they acting dumb
Yeah, look have some dumb
Yeah, what you said, what
Vool and have some fun
Ha, nigga who
Running lot of sum
Number one
Shooting loud or something
20, ayy, rams, what
Yeah, roll it up
Yeah, smoke it up
Oh, free smoke, I know you choking, bruh
No you lying, I can tell you lying
I can tell you pussy tired
I been running for a mile
For a while, I can change up any style, oh
Big nigga come through in a crowd
Got 'em dancing, what you jugging
They nigga dancing
They ri-riding round the city
I don't know if it was sand