I.D Beatz - Levels (Freestyle) #Friday16s (Feat.G'ivnni) lyrics

(G'vinni) Verse 1: I got p**y all on my fingers Call log full Of bad hoes We get it popping like Pringles She wet & I f** that a** in my bathrobe Got OG all in my section Get the f** from me wit That Reggie She peeping me Cause I'm rapping It's G'ivnni b**h get beheaded No versace don't try me my hobby is rapping I don't see nobody like n***as is absent The weed that I'm hitting Lil B in my system I flex 50 b**hes got dam I'm attractive Wake up to two b**hes they don't f** wit remy I witnessed Them kissing Attacking my dick nah I'm poking they kidneys, stick then dismiss Them Dope as the coke that her nose should be sniffing I'm just rapping And sh** Ride wit a b**h That be trapping And sh** Gorgeous As f** wit That mac on her lips Thugging As f** with That mac on her hip Cloud gang b**h they be gripping That tech Disrespect set then yo sh** will get wet Gunning for checks so she coming for s** Never mind that I'm in love with The neck k** sh** wit That Ill sh**, That coke man, her nose in On some trill sh**, wit a trill b**h, she gimme head wit her golds in Get a dose in of that dope man, I'm the dope man Going postal like the post man On my high horse That Trojan On The clock for Them figures Claiming That spot You an op you get finished Plotting to be at the top wit my n***as I'mma sit back and Sinatra gone k** Them (King Sinatra) Verse 2: Level 1, Level 2, Level 3, Level 4 I'm Dope Like I Got Coke In My Core I Got Goals That I Gotta Shoot For That As Soon As I Achieve I'm Getting Paper Galore My Clip Extended, My b**hes Be Mixed She Play With My Balls, As s** On My Dick My Closet A Dojo, I got Too Much Kicks I Murder These Beats, And I bury This sh** The Rap Game Got Levels Boy I Gift wrap Raps Like Christmas Toy I am... so about it These n***as Is Fluke Money's Sweet As Ice Cream And, I'm Trynna Get A Scoop I Don't Ever Fix sh** tho, I carry A Tool But that A mess Of you And Make Scavenger Food It's Off With they're Heads If They Not On My Team I Am Giving No f**s If It's Not About Cream I'm Back, and I'm Spazzing For Weekly 16s Murder the Beat and, I'm Leaving The Scene Witness the monster that's in here the conquer Play With My Bucks And I Issue you Murder Load up the 40 While Sipping Bacardi Then Implement pain all over your body I'mma Never be the victim in a murder Scene Cause Everyday and night I'm Outchea k**ing Things I got bullets that uh give your b**h a belly ring So, Join us Or get murdered By The Murder Team They Cold Now But They Melt Like Ice cream Punched Him In The Stomach he Regurgitate his self esteem To Beat Us you gon'need A f**ing Army When Them Go Flying Better Hope You Not A Target I'm Sinatra motherf**er But I Shoot Like Jordan And Is It Ironic That I Got On Jordans Fire Red 3's and my Feet still Burning Mastered The Art And These b**hes Still Learning And I Don't Give f**s Like I Cut My Sex Organs I got sk**s so my victory is certain