NY Bangers - Ooouuu Freestyle lyrics

[Intro] They say your mixtape sound like an album You take the beat and you ride it like it's a stallion These hoes see you in the game like Spalding Like Spalding [Verse] Showtime and I'm showing off in the Bent' truck with my cell on Giving n***a that call back I bet he moan deeper than a baratone I'm a rich girl, not a mixed girl Keep brown hoes in my mustang Let's count it up, Lil Uzi Vert in this money longer than a bus chain All aboard on my dick now and I wonder how does my name taste Tell 'em hoes they dried up, and my neck wetter than a great lake Hating on me ain't good for you I thumb through it, no catalog Just playing with it like a paddle board These sick b**hes need adderall f** n***as, get money, be the best, Lil Wayne Gang time, say the word, in the field, Notre Dame Know the game like blackjack n***as lookin' for a clapback n***as lookin' for a clapback, till I run into 'em and they backtrack Checking into the Days Inn, no days off for that Audemar Ain't wait for no n***a yet, 'cause these n***as goofy like Kevin Hart Voicemail full of voicemails and her man sounds so thirsty I'm a boss b**h and when I talk sh** I make 'em jump for me like a (?) It's Hercules when I flex now Ain't sh** free but a freestyle That's 10k for that 16 We flip a n***a, no back spring And I spit realer than most of y'all People on me like a poster wall Easy bars no seminars Your n***a like it like [?], ugh Thinking of being the GOAT n***as lookin' at me like I'm the last hope, ugh Well, thinkin' of being the GOAT, GOAT We got forever they thought that sh** was a joke You b**hes lied and I'm stronger than Jack and coke I'm feeling right 'cause I'm turning up off the Henn' Feelin' like it's gon' be one of them I switch flows Derek Rose we out in New York Green bills, with my mills, need a salad fork The top fade when I drive left I'm just on another scale that's a treble clef I'm in the city bumping Young MA Might pa** a n***a head like he Yung Joc No, that sh** gotta go Fame for this cash 'cause I splash on 'em daily Ain't shakin' hands with these hoes 'cause they shakey These b**hes panick when they see me coming Usain Bolt, I got 'em all running Tink G with the recipe And if you got a budget, I got melodies Yeah, I'm in the zone This the type of sh** they can't get on Alexander McQueen and the shoes Valentino Grams in the wood and they stuff like burritos Hop in the [?] and now I'm higher than a spaceship Running with the stars