Freestyle Project 10

We've given all this time Don't see how we could give more I'm getting way too tired I'm getting way too bored Take these pictures you Darling made for me and you Take them 'cause I know You go on and on Dust till dawn Face down irritating contemplating 'Cause girl Miami won't treat you like me Yeah from your waist down So frustrated talk about it 'Cause girl Miami won't love you like me And the sheets Don't feel so soft anymore I used to keep Stumbling right through your door Not anymore Take these pictures you Darling made for me and you Take them 'cause I know You go on and on Dust till dawn Can't you trust yourself Baby hold onto me and 'Cause I know that we'll be alright There is no rest in Miami now We just have to say There is no rest in Miami now We just have to say You're laying face down irritating contemplating 'Cause girl Miami won't treat you like me Yeah from your waist down So frustrated talk about it 'Cause girl Miami won't love you like me

Yeah, I got hella fans who want me to drop And a couple lames who pray that I flop It's fuck what you say, I still reign on top I always get laid, girls say that I'm hot I feel on her cake, I stay in her box She ask what I'm paid, I get paid a lot I always spit game, my game is on lock These rappers are fake and they can get bopped (Uh) I had a girl say I hit her for her mouth I replied you only hit me for the clout (True) The energy you give comes back around So when it does, don't complain that shit isn't allowed (No) I been quarantine my whole life now Always indoors avoiding a crowd This feels like my everyday life So it's easy for me, but for you it's a mile (Yeah, Yeah) Fuck this, can't you tell I run shit? Rappers love to talk 'tuff, but they never done shit I stay jotting in lab, AKA the dungeon Droppin' heat, so you know I'm not the to fuck with See to me, y'all are weak, nobody can touch this I just sleep, with groupies, that I love to bust in Who is he, who is me? The one they're in love with Look I think you should leave, because I'm the gunman I'm gunnin' everybody in sight (Boom) I'm a motherfuckin' savage on the mic I'm a motherfuckin' savage with the pipe I'm a motherfuckin' savage typa guy It's money over bitches, the quote of my life I'm done catchin' feeling, I only catching flights I won't buy you a gift, I'd rather buy a knife And cut off all you bitches, then go out tonight I'm a sex addict, I always gotta have it I'm not proud of it, but fuck it, I'm smashin' I got a bad past, my wife gotta get passed it I'm not her father but she call me daddy I like my girls thick, ghetto and nasty I didn't know I can get hoes from rappin' I got Trojans when they try to get at me I'm running through them all like a motherfucking athlete Ugh, I think I need to chill (Chill) I think I need to chill (Chill) Ten million streams in a month Spotify paying my bills (Aye) I entertain hella labels Knowing that I won't sign a deal (No) I listen to their game plan Then take it for myself if I'ma be real I'm chillin' walking around in flip flops Watchin' people use my music all over TikTok You can plot on me, but I won't get got People thinking I'ma fail, I be like bitch, watch Got girls on me like Sik's D bomb He's friends with the guy teen mom I'm not guy your girls can leach on Yeah, they can call Sik God, I forever preach on, damn Haha, aye-aye

Oh my God! Wa-woha, wooha? Wooha Hahahahaha What the hell am I even gonna talk about? Yea, yea You know I ain't wholesome I need two of them niggas like the Olsens They say that I'm too fun Skin brown like the Henny, baby, pour some You know I ain't wholesome I got two of them niggas like the Olsens They say that I'm too fun Skin brown like the Henny, baby, pour some No sir You cannot sleep on me, no sir I ain't a cold serve Real pop girl shit like the posters No sir You cannot sleep on me, no sir I ain't a cold serve Real pop girl shit like the posters Ooh, ya need some more You ain't never seen a girl like me before That's why when you leave the door You deleting the numbers of all your whores Hey, platinum pussy too magic Buy me a Lambo and a horse carriage Then we can talk about marriage Bust me down in VVS, I ain't average Serving you drama, sex, fashion, couture And everything snazzy You wanna treat me all flashy dashing So I can tell my friends that I'm calling you zaddy, uh No sir You cannot sleep on me, no sir I ain't a cold serve Real pop girl shit like the posters No sir You cannot sleep on me, no sir I ain't a cold serve Real pop girl shit like the posters