Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Freestyle, artist - Marlo.
Date of issue: 01.07.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Freestyle |
Yeah, I murdered this motherfucker, on God |
I ain’t play with it |
Ain’t play with nothin' whatsoever |
Devotion motherfucker, my kids |
I birthed you |
I bless my kids every day so they don’t need me dog |
I told a nigga for the pesos we get greedy y’all |
Havin' shootouts in the Hellcat, we call it speed ball |
Told them one slip, you lose your life, we call it freefall |
Still grindin' in the hallway, young nigga I get paid |
Had to knock them niggas' brains in the daytime, couldn’t wait too late |
Purp, take a sip drank, yeah a nigga be poured up |
And baby just came with the cookies so we rolled up |
And when I’m in DC you know I’m fuckin' with them hoes bruh |
Done learned from New Orleans too, now a nigga fuckin' with the woes bruh |
Bruh it’s death before dishonor, your bitch ass better not fold up |
And that chopper come with a, nigga my heart be so cold bruh |
Hold up, I done seen the gangster nigga froze up |
Like if the feds snatch us, your pussy ass gon' roll bruh |
Young nigga be like four feet and totin' the fire |
Nigga murder gang, I can see it in they eyes |
And I ask him ready to live, nah he say he ready to die |
So until then got a nigga say he slidin' |
And he don’t give a fuck about friends, say he slime |
Them hollow tips when he crack out, a pack of demons on his mind |
Red bullets like a bull nigga, my chopper clip be full |
And I don’t give a fuck what they say, 'cause they say what he say |
He say what she say, and me say what I say |
Me, I’m on a private jet gettin' P played |
And I probably had your bitch all on the freeway |
She probably suckin' my dick all on the freeway |
And my Rollie bust down, the new freeze way |
I had to stay down on the block and get it out the boat |
Just to make some cheesecake |
Please bae, I been kickin' at work, my feet ache |
Tryna double up the profit, these niggas know just how we rockin' |
We put the dope on a niggas' head, we call that shit a cut stocking |
And for the right amount of money your partner will pop, lock, and drop you dog |
Just murdered that motherfucker, on God |