Bobby Shmurda Freestyle by Tempa Lyrics
How you talking money with no racks out
Strap talk but nobodies been clapped down
You likkle idiots chatting in the background
I make your bitch give me head till i tap out
I'm the man now
But n'ggas know this already
I've got bad bitches all on a n'gga
And i ain't even been on telly
All they heard is my dick long
And a n'gga can reach that belly
All they heard i got sick songs
And a n'ggas a mack like veli
So tell them fuck boys they ain't on shit
I call them n'ggas abortions
Cah they don't want shit
You think i'm fucking gassing
Well i ain't telling fibs
All my n'gga's slappers
They're some OG n'ggs
I'm the main man, flexing in my ray bans
I'm with straight fam cooling like there's 8 fans
Get yourself touched but i ain't talking 8 hands
The 44's moving louder than like 8 scrams
Me and your chick been speaking bro
She was moving single when i beat it yo
Now she loves her man that's why she tweeted, ho
But that bitch gave me head
About a week ago!
I had your chick face down with her ass up
I thought she had a new phone
The way she backed up
She said she loved me
But that chick just moving gassed up
I treat the pussy like its flex
She got it bashed up
Don't be going on that move
If you ain't masked up
Don't be flossing all them jewels
If you ain't wapped up
Before i call the young goons and get you wrapped up
Treat your jewels like a cam
And get it snapped up
I go hard n'gga
I'm a barse n'gga
If you ain't about this life, then go yard n'gga
Call your main man
Tell him i'm in charge n'gga
Rolling out with them shotta's
I don't leave the field for yard n'gga
I got your ex chick
Blowing on my bagpipe
True she know a n'gga
Flyer than your last flight
GB's to the left
I took the damn right
Free my shit up in the bush
Jumped in the gyals right
Strap talk but nobodies been clapped down
You likkle idiots chatting in the background
I make your bitch give me head till i tap out
I'm the man now
But n'ggas know this already
I've got bad bitches all on a n'gga
And i ain't even been on telly
All they heard is my dick long
And a n'gga can reach that belly
All they heard i got sick songs
And a n'ggas a mack like veli
So tell them fuck boys they ain't on shit
I call them n'ggas abortions
Cah they don't want shit
You think i'm fucking gassing
Well i ain't telling fibs
All my n'gga's slappers
They're some OG n'ggs
I'm the main man, flexing in my ray bans
I'm with straight fam cooling like there's 8 fans
Get yourself touched but i ain't talking 8 hands
The 44's moving louder than like 8 scrams
Me and your chick been speaking bro
She was moving single when i beat it yo
Now she loves her man that's why she tweeted, ho
But that bitch gave me head
About a week ago!
I had your chick face down with her ass up
I thought she had a new phone
The way she backed up
She said she loved me
But that chick just moving gassed up
I treat the pussy like its flex
She got it bashed up
Don't be going on that move
If you ain't masked up
Don't be flossing all them jewels
If you ain't wapped up
Before i call the young goons and get you wrapped up
Treat your jewels like a cam
And get it snapped up
I go hard n'gga
I'm a barse n'gga
If you ain't about this life, then go yard n'gga
Call your main man
Tell him i'm in charge n'gga
Rolling out with them shotta's
I don't leave the field for yard n'gga
I got your ex chick
Blowing on my bagpipe
True she know a n'gga
Flyer than your last flight
GB's to the left
I took the damn right
Free my shit up in the bush
Jumped in the gyals right