Muslida Bey - Freestyle lyrics

[Intro: Muslida Bey] So why would you jump me These n***as don't know me So why would you jump me These n***as don't know me, n***as don't know me So why would you jump me [Verse 1: Muslida Bey] These n***as know that he spook 'em These n***as know that it's real Sliding with that still Put few up in your crib Sliding with them choppers Me and [?] 'bout it Bust your windows out with them sticks then we out 'em These n***as think that they know me These b**hes want to show me Tinted front windows on them rentals dark holy South Phila-del They say we k** at will You looking at the real Baby take a spill [Verse 2: Nizzystraws 1] I done load up the still Let's show these n***as what's real These n***as fold under pressure Ya I know that they squeal Saying that that [?] on me n***a I know that he will Block jump and slide through, biscuits up in the grill We strapped we co*ked and we loaded Big hammers choppers we toting Through your strip we be floating Down the clip then reload it Smoke a pack we be chocking Record your chick as we be stroking Park and stop and we holding Got the sh** we be [?] [Verse 3: Muslida Bey] Move the brick for the low Pit a few in the door Put the bricks at your door and sell them all for the low Catch me in the kitchen, Pirex whipping Strap with the Smith and Work keep sticking n***as phone clicking, weed dope and base We make it rain on you pussies, throw it all in your face Nizzy strapped with the 8, Pit finding your body Hate to see us in Mazzies, me [?] [Verse 4: Nizzystraws 1] We some made n***as, these b**hes know we move Riding in that Audi all the bunnies did me and Scoob Me and Otter we grinding we trying to get to the top n***as ploting the watching that's why we carry the mop [?] doing the Benji my [?] stuck in the trap b**hes say they don't like me they say I be on my act f**ing sh** don't offend me I'm balling out with these racks Motorola lil' oozi the players call me for sacks [Verse 5: Muslida Bey] Take a shot at Muslida you know I'm barking it back Chase you a** to your crib and pop your a** it the back n***as don't know us why would you [?] us 23 hundred ya dawg run it Catch me in the coup Rollie all crazy Thinking sh** gravy, watch how I glaze it Watch how it bodied and let it go with the shotty Buck shots stalled him pillars all in his baldie [Verse 6: Nizzystraws 1] Clip long ruler, slide up on you Uber Ladder on me spook ya, park up do ya Pockets on Reaspushca, my n***as toting them rugars My wrist on cooler, don't let that Instagram fool you Me and gang in this b**h and we gon' hit this lick We be flossing diamonds glossing ya we gon' hit your b**h If you asking for me know that I'm chasing Benjis [?] the clip leave it empty