Louder (Freestyle)

We got it, mhm, we got it, mhm, we got it

Kells, yeah



I know you motherfucker better have the cash for us

Rack it up, cause I know you the one I see the mask and gloves

Put the green in the middle like you packing a blunt

And let me get a brown bag like you packing a lunch

My steelo is to repo with the street soft

For making me play the game when I had a cheat code

Black pea coat, fo'-cinco, for amigos

Outside your muthafucking peephole what up



Black flag, with 3 letters that I’d die for

And 3 more for the rivals, R.I.P

Add them all together bye-bye ho

Six feet deep with the fossils

Now I ain’t never killed nothing but a beat

But if it comes down to it, shit I gotta eat

And they say scared money don’t make no money

And it’s true, what the fuck you think it’s gonna be

Lay down!

Mommy should have never doubt, daddy should have took the liquor off the fucking couch

Maybe then I wouldn’t be in the position, saying "assume the position", while I’m searching for a fucking ounce

Now where it at?

They told me that the black safe in the last place where I will be looking

So you better quit the rat race, they tell you that "rap pays"

I begging for half-eighths while these label executives eating crab cakes, hold on

These faggots eating, while my people starve

Well I’m tired of hustling, think it’s time to rob

Same old shit, we ain’t getting paid

Well I’m in this industry, like fuck em, what we say?






Don’t make this 40 go blow, go blow

Put that money in my pocket, right now, right now

Fuck em all, y’all foul, y’all foul

Make these pussy motherfuckers lay it down, lay it down, ah

Don’t make this 40 go blow, go blow

Put that money in my pocket, right now, right now

Fuck em all, y’all foul, y’all foul

Make these pussy motherfuckers lay it down, lay it down, ah