Tim Westwood Freestyle Desiigner

[Verse 1]
My niggas be mobbin' all day
Fifty shots in the K, I let it spray
Get tackled by bullets, you get in my way
My life is a game so I'm ready to play
I'm sellin' that Kumba, you sniffin' that yay
Fuck what you say 'cause a nigga get shot
Totin' that Glock and a nigga get popped
Now a few opps, they be snitchin' to cops
Think I'm a baby, but no, I ain't Jody
Pick up that .40, put hole in your moly
The way I got two phones, you think that I'm Kobe
Smokin' on dope, you call Zack and that Cody
If you got problems, I call up my broski
Fuck her so good and your pussy get swole
Bullets hit you and they damage your soul
This is what happen, you tell what you told
Whippin' that white like a slave on the stove
Killin' that bitch booty, now she deadass
Hundreds and thousands, I'm making that cash
Smokin' on scope and I call it that blast
She give me brain and I'm thinkin' too fast
Hannibal Lector, I put on that mask
I'm whippin' the Jag, grippin' the Mac
And if you run, a whole clip in your ass
A bitch suck the dick while she doin' the dishes
She got a small mouth, the way she be lippin'
The mack, got your boo, Scottie breathin', be Pippen
The beamer truck, that's not an upper ignition
A nigga said you dodgin' me, is you kiddin'?
Choppa go Kuna Matata, put two in your noggin'
And nigga say he gonna stop me
Nigga [?], stackin', I'm prolly gettin' hard like [?]
I just be killin' shit
Hey, hey, hey