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"Ransom Freestyle"

Alright I'm on 'em like Click Clock Red Dot
One flinch fifth pop head-shot
Rap is mine Hip-Hop headlock
Time is money tick tock bread drop
Red drop top down while she top me off
Cause I make the paper double like I'm running copies off
Keep running circles around rappers and ill be signed
But ill be dammed if it looking like an Audi sign
Fuck it, Pop some bottles it's party time
My flow over niggas heads like an Arby's sign
Where they do that at?
I'm from where they doing it at
I'm probably up in Gucci coppin' everything you pointing at
Wrapping rubberbands around Knots on niggas
So your bitch follow me when she not on Twitter
You know I keep a chick or Two
Just trying to bring a chick or more
Known to take 3 chicks and put 'em in a figure 4
Boy, you can see the game through this artist eyes
I pushing yellow school buses I got retarded Drive
I'm from the bottom
I font give two fucks
Broke up with my bitch and all I needed was tooth brush
Give me some polo V-necks and some new chucks
And I can make a couple hundred thousand out of 2 bucks
Little kids screaming "Los bring the roof back"
And when it disappear they screaming "Los bring the roof back"
I'll have your Ho parting thighs in my new V
I had your whole starting 5 in the 2-3
I'll bitch your starters and make them start to bitch
I bench you starters and make you start your Bench
Nigga I start the bentley and garage the 6
Hook up with yo broads at 5 and manarge at 6
5... 4... 3... 2... Uno
Click push Weight like we do sumo
Wrestling no question los flexing don't test him
Ya'll niggas got no bitches, no bottles, no section
And I ain't got no pity, no sorrow, no remorse
I'm married to the mothafucking money no divorce
She mourse she dripping, she wet, she cumming, she told her girlfriend she said "next time she coming"
A long cause I make her cum A long time
Til it sounds like shes humming a song of mine
When a ace on the table, jokers get they queen took
Beat her with the Dope dick leave her with the fiend look
Drop-top Mazi's on asanit's that's a mean look
3/4 sleeve Gucci button down, Clean look
Riding with a redbone, look the way her team look
So you better bet it's going down like a kareem hook
Yeah I went to milli-ons and not the that green took
.3 ghetto Dope bitch I let it the thing cook, uh

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