FREE MELVIN Freestyle *Montreality* YNW Melly

[Verse]
Ain't tryna get in my feelings but damn, but damn
What's goin' on bro I thought you was fam, was fam
And you mad at me 'bout a bitch Instagram, God damn
Got me like "what the fuck wrong with him"
Tryna beef over some pussy that's funny, that's funny
Can't believe that ho made you her crash dummy
The way you act that ho pussy better be squirtin' out money
Platinum, diamond, rose gold, paying your bills, or something
But it's okay I understand you just couldn't keep it a hundit'
While you locked up somebody else shovin' that dick in her stomach
I can't be beefin' 'bout these bitches bruh this shit gettin' old
Knowin' damn well that pussy plastic but you treat it like gold
They be showin' me that these niggas ain't real, ain't real
Get caught up with that time they gon' squeal, gon' squeal
These bitches ain't shit, these niggas ain't real, ain't real
That's why I'm screaming "Fuck how you feel"
What's goin' on bro I heard you was trippin', was trippin'
I can't believe it fucked up my vision until it came to my surprise one of my whodie's sneak dissin'
Aha-ahaha
You know