Jodye - Freestyle 3 Lyrics

My ex hit me up
I told her suck on my dick
Switch off my music
If you do not f*ck with my shit
Won't give me no feedback
Don't leave me no tips
I need support off the rip
I need the jeans with the rips
I need me that girl from 176
My niggas be serving but they do not dance
Watching for police in vans
Bitch I've been popping since GameBoy advance
F*ck it since crash
F*ck it I want it I buy it in cash
Pockets big like your prom date
Puffing that ash like it Pompeii
Trying to get paid like LeBron aye
Niggas got problems
When they see me don't say
So entonces?
I wasn't planning to lose
I keep a heat like a Canada Goose
Hilfiger boots, Yeezy for boost
I can not f*ck with that bitch if she loose
She a silly hoe gave her silly dick
She a city chick who's she silly thick
She should be chasing degrees
Stare at my chain you'll freeze
Nigga like please
F*ck with my paper
I'll choke you like Vader
Jodye gon' rap and produce
Just watch when I do
I'll order your noose
I don't forgive and I do don't all that truce
Cross me you screwed
F*ck with my gang and we'll put you on News
Police come thru with your picture and we be like "who "?
And we be like "who"?
Yuh
Tick tock, got the city on lock
Roll with the nerds and I roll with the jocks
Don't f*ck with bro 'cause that nigga an awp
Don't f*ck with bro 'cause that nigga a flop
Pretty mama, she from Ferguson
With the best head, superlative
She a blondie, and she on me
Give her good brain, now she godly
Don't sext back, your ass on delivered
Imma go get it but Imma do better
Making moves, no matter the weather
I'm Ratatouille, I'm all about cheddar
I'm pack trending, New York's one
You don't know me, you just playing dumb
Got some golddiggers and they ugly
Talking 'bout GoFundMe
I'm J. Cole with the warmup
Jay-Z with the blueprint
Eminem with the encore
[?] with the ether
Baby girl, this is my world and I ain't talking Justin Bieber
Imma make you a believer
I'm too hot, getting fevers
But too cocky for a feature, or a remix
Joey not a C-list, or a D-list, so eat this
Young niggas from the ghetto
On our way to death row
Making beats in the meadows
Ignoring all them death notes
If it cost it down, Imma put in on my wrist
Anything you do, I can do with a twist
Shawty look good, so I get her in my wits
Take her to the crib
Show her how it is
Cali with the rose
Travel out West
Imma have your set with the hoes and the jets
Imma hold it down, just need some time
Homie, you know me, I don't play around
Imma be chasing the most
I got her red like a rose
Siracha the cup, pockets on gold
You always left out the door
Got stones in my shooters, I'm making maneuvers
They out in the lunar, I can't f*ck with rumors
We all gon' be booming, we building the future