L'A Capone - Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1: L'A Capone] The opps ridin' so I got to keep the cannon up It's funny that he mentioned it I guess I am a nut Slash zookeeper 'cause folks is an animal Now keep up, yo b**h we need her Only 13 watchin' 'em put the keys up The 45 made homie freeze up Got on, next thing you know I had to re-up Steady rollin' up thoinks in the dutch Just a wild young n***a I ain't never give a f** k**as out lurkin', got broski in the cut Bad b**h on the left of me screamin' "What's up?" All it's goin' take for me to get the black 8 Drop rakes, jump gates, then they put the red tape Feds on our a**, 59th ain't safe Just a lot of young hot heads at 6-Trey Free them hittas, there's a couple of 'em left But don't think sh**'s sweet 'cause you can still meet d**h Fix his a** up if he need a repair Never fall for a b**h, love don't sleep here Got money over here, got money over there Triple stacks in my system, thoinky in the air [Verse 2: Rondonumbanine] I say 600 n***as, yeah we pull them triggas Yeah we going hard, we cashin' out OTF, FTO, my n***as we all spazzin' out D Rose got that 30 clip Shots fired n***a, you better dip Man L'A finnna smoke a zip Then let an opp meet the 30 clip Got a red bone with big hips And a foreign car I just zipped My team winnin', ain't no L's SnitchK, I can't tell k**in' sh** like Fat Trel See an opp, he better bail Sendin' shots, they show and tell Tec hit you now yo a** nailed Steve Drive, f** the opposite 808 got a n***a lit Got money so it's f** a b**h Throwin' L's sayin' "Free Slicks" f** the jakes. I would never snitch Mac-11 hit yo face quick Stain his a** and I hit the dip This sh** real, not a movie clip [Verse 3: L'A Capone] We really on KD, me, Malik, and Lil Dee Dreads swingin in my face, black hoodie ACG The way we do hits got the cops like "Geez" Stop all of that drillin, we beggin, just please The b**h on her knees soundin' like she can't breathe Feelin' like I can't breathe smokin' trees out the tree Rest in peace Steve, can't believe they took bro Put it on 2-4, he was so kick-door You already know how the street sh** go Catch an opp, drill an opp, shotty leave him on the floor D-Thang block, n***as knowin' how we rock Fat slugs like they came in a Milk Duds box And if you want the cake, gotta flip those rocks Gotta hit them stains, and swindle them thots [Verse 4: Rondonumbanine] We send shots n***a f** the cops n***a In the field where them hittas let them Glocks hit ya We tote mops n***a So don't get popped n***a We got mops n***a So don't get mopped n***a 'Cause we some savages posted that's with them jocks n***a Green beam on yo head so don't get dropped n***a I sold the block n***a Steve Drive f** the cops n***a We savages, we scorin', we can't stop n***a FTO you a f** n***a Me and L'A will drop n***as