Becky (Freestyle Challenge)

Late nights with the gang
We got no sleep
Eight straps, no (?)
We was fo' deep
You can ask in these streets
Bet they know me
Aye
But I’m gon' keep that shit lowkey
Big ass straps, no (?)
We was fo' deep
Sweat on my face, keep calm
Ain’t no cold feet
Caught two slippin', smoked one
Now his bro sleep
Any nigga diss, bet he gone
Like it’s so cheap (?)
Speakin' on my name, drop yo pin
I’ll pop up
Glocks up in his face, now he gone
Got em' boxed up
«K5» gone, «G» too
Them my block bruhs
Put that on my bros, RIP
They ain’t stop nun'
Bitch, I get dough seven days out the week
Talkin' bout beef, we’ll see when we meet
I just pulled out the stick, got his brains on the tee
Tell em' niggas «he be trippin'» if they ask about me
Look
Before I slap a nigga, gotta ask «what you mad at?»
Big ass .40 on my hip, I’ll grab that
Big 4 nic with the stick, I’ll blast that
Bitch, it’s assist with the clips how I pass that
Let a nigga trip in this bitch
What he mad at?
I be in the field throwin' bricks
I’ll «Shaq» that
Bitches in my face, Imma ask «where da cash at?»
Blower on my lap, don’t ask where the stash at
Bitch I been the same, niggas knowin' I ain’t change up
Hopped out on em', gave his chains and his rangs up
Niggas know I’m trippin, I ain’t finna give a thang up
See fo' clips, finna blow a nigga’s brains up
I be in the trap with a bitch, I don’t hang out
Catch me on live, eatin' steaks with my gang now
Stayin' in my lane, niggas knowin' I ain’t change routes
Nigga start trippin', then we finna pull them thangs out
80 inch shit finna blow a nigga brains out
Fly, young nigga in these streets with my chains out
Bitch, it’s the flyest, niggas knowin' how I gang out
Big ass straps, long sticks
How I came out