Haunting Freestyle

I’m finna blow
I’m finna blow, yeah
Yeah you got a lot to lose and trust me I know
Yeah I got a lot to prove and I’m finna expose all you niggas
I’m sick of you faking and act like we cool bro
I’m not no fool hoe
I stay with the tool hoe
Like I’m finna dig shit
Not here for that bitch shit
I’m trynna get rich (stacks)
You niggas some counterfeit
Just like ya money
Smiles in my face, I know it’s all laughs
But this shit ain’t funny
That’s on mommy
Put shots in ya tummy
Just like some tums
Got scope on the drums
You niggas some bums; bumbity bums
Nick Cannon I stay with with drum
Cause I gotta kit for her kat
Light skin but this dick game is black
She loving all that
When I graduated I only wore a gown
Cause I never cap
If I catch you lacking you know that’s a wrap
I’m a gift to these bitches they eat me like snacks
I run it up for the racks
Cause I like my bitches in stacks (stacks)
She bring a friend for the Patch (for real)
Off a xan, they relaxed (woo)
Cause I like em patient (I do)
I’m dicking her down like I’m the drilling the pavement
Her friend ride it out, while they get to debating
'bout who do it better, but I am not saying
Back to the topic, you niggas ain’t saying much
Scope is as long as 2 ropes
Hope you can double dutch
Heard got a lot to lose
And trust me we know
Yeah I got a lot to prove and I’m finna expose all you niggas
I’m sick of you faking and act like we cool
I’m not no fool
I stay with the tool
Like I’m finna dig
I might hit ya bittie
Pop out in ya city
You know that we litty (lit)
Pop shots out the roof and she showing her titties
Then she licky licky (lick)
I’m leaving her sticky
Like her name was Vicky
I’m slaatin on folks
Just like imma ghost
This shit could scary
I’m whippin that pot up (whip it up)
But don’t call me Harry
You niggas still doing the most and not even doing the most (niggas be doing
the most)
You niggas still making a toast, we burn that shit down to the roach
Ya killy gon' buss after you
I gave him a hunnit for show; no tell
I buss her down at the hotel
I get the work for wholesale
Stay trappin no lacking; we stay with the Mike 'N Ike
And we finna slide tonight
Ya mama gon cry tonight
Cause you finna (hmm); you finna lay
My nigga still whip the white
And we finna pop a pipe (pipe)
And I’m finna lay
She like when I spray it out and I’m finna air it out (wul on)
And I know ganstas y’all act (act)
I’m with the men we in black (black)
And none of them niggas don’t lack (lack)
You know that I’m off the facts (facts)
I’m finna catch it, then chop it then mix
Cause I’m from the 876
Where all the dawgs with the shits
Pop shots when we lit
My helper keep a stick (stick)
And she get the moppin that bitch (moppin that)
Hope you niggas don’t slip
Keep it tucked like a nip
Boobs shots for ya bi'
Boobs shots for ya bittie
Yeah I’m litty in ya city
Yeah yeah yeah;
Popping off poppin off
I really might pop it off
Yeah yeah yeah