Young Pappy - Freestyle (Pt. 1) lyrics

[Intro] Come on, aye What's up, what's up? Y'all know how we rocking, man Pooh Bear Gang, man TFG, it's the f**ing guys, man, in my f**ing eyes, man! We out here, man Aye, you hear me? I'ma go crazy one time, you say [Freestyle] I'm on the 'Well, where they raise hell at I caught a lil' gun case so I fell back Boy I'm respected in the 'hood, you can tell that We post up by the store where that L at And if a n***a want smoke, I'll smoke him And if he holding and I know it, I'll poke him I got money, got chips like hold 'em Them big guns got poles like totem They don't be getting what I'm saying cause I'm cold as f** I'm from the Chi, North Pole, where it's cold as f** I got shorties ready to shoot that ain't old enough [?] but they told too much This AK-seven fo', it be folding up I smoke that loud pack when I'm rolling up I got a Tec, wet a n***a from his toes and up He want battle? I don't think a n***a bold enough Too much fear in his heart, he ain't brave at all Have triggers on the forty, can't shave it all Designer, Italy damn near made it all He got him whacked as soon as my bro made the call He like who? Buddy a** acting kinda' stupid He like a'ight, so where he at? When you trynna' do it? Boy it's real in the field, sh** ain't you n***as foolish ABM, f** is that? You n***as better stick to hooping! I be all up in the 'hood, all the guys show me love All the bros shake my hand, all the hoes give me hugs Told her I can do it better, get her wetter than a tub Boy you softer than some leather or the feathers on a dove I'm cooler than the cooler, I be smoking with my j**eler I'm trynna' eat good, get a stomach like Buddha I wish a n***a would, I'll run up on him with the ruger Change a n***a whole mood, clip longer than a ruler These n***as goofies b**hes, groupies Plus they get a pound - two grams and a doobie We pull up, bail out, everybody got a toolie Let out 70 shots, you only hear that in movies And I don't know why n***as hating on me I got a whole line of b**hes waiting on me The b**h wanna' s**, wanna' f** for the free She don't even want a bottle, wanna' smoke a lil' weed She do it sober, she blessed just like Jehovah I call my b**h, told her it's over I'm riding with it on me, my homie got the Cobra I'm hotter than a toaster, you softer than a sofa I got a lot of money, I got a lot of hoes I smoke a lot of weed, I buy a lot of clothes My n***as don't be lacking cause we pack a lot of poles And if a n***a lacking, go back down there and score, f**? You take one of ours, we take two of theirs-- no! You take one of ours, we take a few of theirs So many [?], so many funerals they stressing Boy, you losing hair Your homie get whacked and you still acting like you don't care I know the reason, though You n***as scared, where your real friends at? Cause my n***as dead, if not they in the can So free my n***a Mack and free that n***a Prince Lil' Cannon, where you at? And they done booked my n***as Streets, boy Yeah, I'm riding with the heat, boy My money talk so don't speak, boy You said you finna' [?], you better leave boy