Brok3n Rel - On&On Freestyle Lyrics

Yeah, on and on again, I've been beating up her back but I'm just trying to f*ck her friend
We ain't pulling up in no bucket, we just pulling up in the Benz
I'm a sweet chin the bitch, cause she got triple chins
And I ain't smoking that cha bong , I'm just gonna ask for the pen
They out here hitting anything, I think these niggas got some Zen's
And I do not know you bro, so don't try to say we friends
And this B.R.K.N. bitch, over them I go to the gym
Yeah, I heard he got locked up, he getting penned
And if I got a little bitch, I'm gonna spend
Yeah, a .50 mag inside my pocket just for friends
And I can't f*ck with them niggas, it just depends
And this is not a game, Glock niggas check the gens
We took the shark up out the water and cut his fins
And I don't like that position baby, switch your stance
Yeah, that ass can't fit up in them jeans, baby switch your pants
Aye Glock hold 30, I'm a mag man
My brother said he's shooting hella shit, so he the bag man
Send a bitch across the road, she gon' bring the cash in
How the f*ck you getting bread, lil' nigga you ain't stacking
And these niggas keep on dropping sorry shit, put it in the trash can
Don't say the wrong shit to me bitch, you getting backhanded
These gas prices ain't hitting right, lil' nigga they keep on taxing
Them niggas ain't gon' say it to your face, they just chatting
How the f*ck you run around with a switch and still miss
I heard them niggas called her phone, they set to play and sent a blitz
You in a special ed class, lil' nigga you hanging in
And these is off white shoes, lil' niggas you can't fit in
You ain't never seen this, you ain't never spent a bench
Your daddy made you a bitch, so you know you can't fit in