Reed Dollaz - Unnamed Freestyle (Youtube) lyrics

[Verse: Reed Dollaz] D.Jones better pump his breaks I haul off with the sawed off, pump his face You coward, too hard we run through y'all n***as We trouble men we doublemint, we chew y'all n***as Screw y'all n***as, fatboy better get his head straight D.Jones falling on Joey, I call it dead weight 40 cal up in my pants, I ain't snappin' dog Only time you see me snapping, I'm clapping 'matics off We can have it dog, Jones we can bang it out When it's beef, you ain't know, I'm the one they bringing out I'm a pit, get a grip, leave the meat hanging out You's a b**h all your life, I'll show you what some pain about Don't look at Bobby, he ain't gon' help your a** 44, 40 or kick the door, melt your a** Don't call Haddy, homie do your own sh** You Joey lil clone sis, Dollaz on that grown sh** Y'all cop cars and clothes and do it for the b**hes We put hard in jars, and rob with dirty biscuits Big sh**, I'm talking bout dead heaters You out on the strength of your man you cheerleader Nobody likes you, you make me wanna fight you Look like a fat a** turkey, I wanna slice you I don't even know the reason that Haddy piped you Just another one of my kids I say goodnight to Lost on star, trey pound alarm Blow the doors of your car, insides on the tar You can't get gritty now, Cause if I was on star Up in jersey I woulda never let my city down Clown a** n***a, sweet like candy Remind me of brandy, wanna be down a** n***a You see we movin', This take me back to D-Block When they came harder than G-Unit Kind of Bizarre, the burner got hell in it Slim Shady dude, plus the D got 12 in it Toast man, Postman, move like a snail with it BLOCKA BLOCKA open your chest, you got melted(?) Top cla**, top cla**, real street movement We leave the rappin to y'all, cause we really do this D, you ain't never had a gun in your mouth You ain't never had 30 n***as run in your house Tie you up, put a sock in your mouth Make your moms get on the floor, put the chrome pipe to her scalp I don't wanna hear Hadden, I don't wanna hear your crew I don't want Hadden to write it, I wanna hear it from you These lil n***as gotta be trippin, thinkin' I ain't on my game These lil n***as gotta be sniffin What the f**, is you high boy? All my n***as ride, boy Fall off and get back up, just like we ride, boy I do my thing, I ain't worried bout a hater We coppin all d** and hammers with red lasers Stocks and backstraps, clips in the napsack Move it over super soaker, come with the backpack Neck spinned around, face down with your back flat Pellets through the windows, tires are bad flat You ain't goin nowhere, I ride with no fare Summer time, white on your block, I make it snow there I'm so gooda, so gooda, so sickening Go getters, I send my getters to go get him D.Jones, say another word out your mouth McNabb, quick pa**, dirty bird to your house Get the chop, desert eagle, dirty bird to your mouth What's all that snappin' and that swervin' about Clap a**, we lean wit it, lean wit it, rock wit it Rock wit it, lean wit it, lean wit it Fiend wit the stock wit it, aw quit it I was on the block gettin' money in pampers You and ya man was break dancin for dancers I could tell you know you ain't f**in with us (footage interrupted)