Rich Homie Quan - Tim Westwood Freestyle lyrics

[Incomplete] [First instrumental] [Intro] Oooh, shout out to Bryson Tiller You know what I mean You did your thing, bro I'm finna do my thing on it You tell me how you feel [Verse] This what happen when I drink my juice Double cup I'm sippin ya, actavis it getting rough Next time we f**, have a threesome with them b**hes, ya Drop down to my knees every night and say a sinner's pray Lord please save her for me Natural, don't do no make up for me I make it rain in every club, don't guess you got a table for me Cause the most I keep her waiting for me That double cup you know it waiting for me Half a pint I poured up, ha I ain't even tell you let they out sober, ha I had to [?] And I hop out, swear it [?] [?] No gun that's a closed case Shawty swing my way, whoo Shawty swing my way Shawty swing my way Shawty swing my way Shawty swing my way Shawty swing my way Shawty swing my way Shawty swing my way n***as act a b**h, n***as they wanna k** me Why k** me, he ain't want to k** Bryson Tiller Haha, [?] with me Ay deal with me, whoever I love the whiteboy Tim with me, yeah Nah for real n***a Know you scared n***a If I say it then I say it n***a Everything I say top of the head n***a If I f** up, that's how you know this here's a freestyle Told 'em right before way And I hotbox with a throwaway [?] No gun it's a closed case Shawty swing my way Shawty swing my way Shawty swing my way Shawty swing my way Now, that's a real freestyle Some of it was, but you can tell when I started doing it but I think it was hard, but don't ever think it's over Cause I got bars for days, you can ask him Ah, pulled up at my momma house, baby what you talking 'bout? I ain't heard none of that sh**, you got goin' on You ain't text me, when you was with that n***a, now you gon text me Cause he been doing wrong, he ain't been calling you, he just been stalking you You want that dick for me I ride that bike and make you walk to you Nah, walk for me, I'm too conceited, b**h Still going I see, kept it going man, we gon' rip it again in Tim Rip it again Nah, for real Ohh, mhh, oh, oh, yeah Yeah, alright, ah This what happen when I lean, I juice These n***as trippin, cuh I owe them nothing boy Every time I'm int the city, boy I turn up with my boys Now they saying f** me, tell me what they talking 'bout Boy please save 'em for me [?] n***a to you And if I send up to you lord, please believe me if you hear me Cause I done did a whole lotta sinning And I just want you to forgive me I'm from ATL, you straight, how that look ATL all the way to UK n***a Whoo All my chains on still freestyling VVS all diamond AAD, that's my dog, that's my dog Nah, that's my partner, that's my brother I love him forever, swear to god I put that on boy, for my little boy Everything I say straight off the head n***a I ain't told on nobody you can ask them feds n***a They was at my door three years ago My daddy got sh**, nah I f**ed up My daddy got shot two years ago He walked up out that hospital, with no limp He ain't trippin', he still f**ing b**hes Haa, for real, give me another beat [Second instrumental] [Intro] Nah, I want that one Ay I want that one Ay, yeah, Ah [Verse] Thirty on my dick, b**h she might be Forty in my pockets, b**h she might be Do I f** 'round with that molly, I might do Am I high right now, b**h I might be AD in here, he might be Tim in here, yeah we might be Higher than a motherf**er, higher than a motherf**er Chinchilla on, so you know we flyer than a motherf**er I had to get an army I ain't know that b**h so I dropped her off in that Ferrari Pull back on her, ho no talking I do not like talking, so lil' b**h don't talk to me Money murder, stack the commas up Get the dope fast, they get the dope fast I'm on your backstreet Let the [?] Rollin' down the window, let the head beat Hundred thousand dollar, hundred thousand dollar equal two Zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero Cape on, save a ho and you a hero, hero, hero Yeah, nah for real I see a lot of old school [?] I see a lot of old school [?] If I'm in I can't keep [?] If I'm in but can't [?] I got like, uhm alright, forty thousand invested in cartiers only All the hoes on me, all these b**hes want to f** me All these b**hes want to f** me They didn't want to f** me when I was [?] Tim Why is that? They didn't want to f** me when I was down slim Why is that But now I'm up, now these b**hes come everywhere I go Free Guwop, free Guwop, that's how it goes He the realest out the 6 [?] put you down, I'ma use my beam One more time, free Guwop Remember that tattoo, yeah that ice cream Nah, for real, you know He don't wear those tight jeans, but I like these lil tight jeans They can fit a whole lot of money in these motherf**ers, nah Say it one more time They can fit a whole lot of money in these motherf**ers, nah Say it one more time They can fit a whole lot of money in these motherf**er One more time They can fit a whole lot of money in 'em Am I, with a hundred n***a b**hes, I might be Am I, with a hundred n***a [?] [?] I might be, I might been Forty on me now, b**h she might be Money on me now, b**h I might be I got these commas on me, you know I might be I'm ridin' with lil Tim, lil boy in light jeans That's enough Tim [Third instrumental] I ain't gon' retire, I'm a straight rider And y'all don't want to f** with me Got some k**ers that will bust you overseas Scope on it n***a, who gon' f** with me 2Pac he the greatest, I can't be That's why, I had to get on his beat Just to show him some respect, hey ay ay Show him some respect, hey ay ayyy Pulled up, drop top Pulled up, knock off These not real n***as, nah these not real n***as We call them knock off I put it in her mouth, now she got locked down [?] Okay, you get knocked off, for five bands, from your own partners So that's why, I do not trust yall How can you blame me Nah, these diamonds got me feelin' myself Why do you shame me Why are you mad at me Probably cause I done run that cash up So fast, no man up I'm like man, but that money still addin' up To the ceiling n***a All them broke n***asI know you don't feel me n***a It take wealth to feel this sh** I'm talking 'bout Cause I'm on a whole 'nother level You dig that? I ain't talking 'bout a shovel Graveyard section, graveyard in trouble Graveyard bubble, this sh** bust ya bubble Chewing on that dick like some bubble gum I ain't never not scared of none None of them n***as, none of them issues I got a whole lot of guns, I bet you scared of these pistols When I pull 'em, I [?] 'em, I get a limp [?] I'm shootin' shots at everything I ain't hittin' no kids, but if them kids get in the way I'm a feel sorry for 'em I might just go ahead to their funerals Drop a hundred thousand on 'em [?] Cause I got no remorse for you, you ain't had no remorse for me When you tried to hide in them trees Now where your a** at, nah I think I'm too talking, I'm talking too much Let me slow it down But I'm from GA that's the south I'm in UK, I'm trying to get some head Tim, set it, set up I don't put it in the mouth Nah for real, nah for real You must be scared n***a, you do not scare me Tim, my favorite clothing line Burberry [?] To me I spend so much I need an endorsement [?] they know me on first name basis Not them, but Louis V, also Cargo That's how many cars I got [?] 12 car [?] 20 car I'm into cars, you had like 14 Now I'm going on 16 Mulsanne will be here, three months Tryna shoot up like morphine Naw, come in here boy like Georgine Naw, okay, Balmain boy, I got Jordan feet And all my sh** they come creasin' Cause I'm a old school player Old school layed up with five b**hes Two phones, that's why I'm still f**ing five b**hes What Kevin Gates said, one for the trap One for the ho, one for the scrap, one for you know [?] [Fourth instrumental] [Intro] Yo, listen If I Nah, I'm a catch it right here Yeah, listen, ah [Verse] If I had the girl I hit it from the back I need all my girls to s** it, s** it baby Backseat of that porche Curtain close And we ain't got to speak on it no more as long as them curtains closed Baby just get to the job, put it in your throat Balmain jeans cost me, new foreign You ain't seen these walk on, cause they wet I got 'em my [?], nah, got them from A just to be real, I had to get em alter Altercation they cost more than what these f**ers cost Open mouth on that gator, talkin' no Lacoste Yeah, these n***as bossy, n***a flossin', I been doin' that sh** since 16 n***a I ain't even drive no bus n***a Why? I wouldn't even try to cuss around my momma But she ain't know it So I went I needed that car Who you think I took it from? I took it from my momma Nah, I brought it back late with no gas in it That's probably why she whoop my a** in it Pulled up I'm in that scoo And everything I say is true If I [?] the world I would f** all these b**hes Everyday, hey, hey Because I love 'em, love 'em baby, hey s** it anywhere, don't give a damn Whoo, even if we on Walmart on [?] Don't ask questions baby keep s**ing it, s**ing it Turn up, turn up some more-ore I'm a hit these b**hes and do 'em for chore-chores I don't give a damn, look at the score-ore My team up winnin', hold up, my team up winnin' No smiling because we grinning At y'all, you p**y boys yall can't see me Never, ever, ooh, never eher Have you ever fit ten bands in your what? Have you ever fit ten bands in your Have you ever fit ten bands in your Have you ever fit ten bands in your, wait Ten bands in a motherf**ing Louis V motherf**ing [?] They ain't get that tho They ain't get that tho And I ain't slammin' 'em I'm a young n***a, f** these hoes I got stamina They pulled me over, when I was at Canada Had that [?] trippin Talking 'bout, I smell like weed, y'all snitching I knew what it was they hated on me why they went go hate on me I'm black too, I got a rat too But Drake still my n***a though Him and Meek need to solve that sh** closed Real brothers they ain't never beefin', it ain't about no money f** them hoes, them hoes ain't bringin' no money The only thing that brings money, the product The product comes with the money, you dig? If I [?] the world I'd f** a thousand b**hes everyday But I gotta have them cut em off, but if not I hope everything's straight You better have your STD paper straight when I read 'em Cause I'm a stick it in you raw I'm a stick it in you raw I'm a stick it in you raw And my baby momma [?] Got sixty thousand around my neck So, how can I be co-o-old I ain't do nothin' but f** these hoes I don't do nothin' but count that dough Ran it up to the [?] [?] I might stutter, stutter But that money At [?], blowin', goin', bake, [?] Hundred thousand, nah That was four years ago, so how much money you think that is now? And that was four years ago? I done ran off some more, some more, some more, some more I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm paid, I'm sprayed She just want to get some dick, I'm just trying to get laid I'm just trying to get some head, then just trying to get paid I'm just trying to stuck that money [?] [?] She was straight when I bought that house on the scene believe me So I pulled up in that house with [?] If I ruled the world you'd have a thousand cars Nah, for real If I ruled the world you'd have a thousand broads Victoria Secret haha