Never Cared Freestyle Video (MV)

Before I leave the block
I Serve the fiend
I got 3 for 20s
Or a 2 for 15
I been getting dirty money
But my clothes stay so clean
Yeah you got a gun
But my shit came wit the beam
They just freed my homie gilly
Now we putting on for the team
I been cooking up
Yeah puttin on for the team
Don't be runnin up
Or get cleaned up like bleach
Got the 38
Like nba my young boy wildin
Smoke him out the wood
Dead niggas louder than the sour
Leeky got tha Mack
For all tha opps that give us problems

Gilly out that can now it's Free my homie Zay
I ain't cuffing on no bamp, I ain't talking to no jakes
You say that that's your mans but that nigga is a plate
Talking spicy on the gram will get you put up on a tee
Don't be drinking on that lean I be smoking on this weed
He gotta go heaven if he snitching on the team

If he snitching on the team, if he snitchin on the team he gon catch the beam

I been cookin up
Whipping up just like pastries

I been cookin up
Whipping up just like pastries

I'm drippin
I'm drippin
This water
I'm whipping
I'm Moving them pies right to the side

Finessin
And juggin
My son leeky buggin
I give him the 5 he let it fly

Like runners he running
Car came wit a button
I hop in the ride then we go slide

The pieces is shooting
Like Curry they shooting
Got iguada
I Stay wit a 9

He boomin I'm boomin
I stay wit a shooter
He aim at his mind
Went right through his spine

Im back wit tha Mack
& I'm servin them packs
I'm bringing my guys right to top

Want the range I ain't want no explorer
I was swiping like the fox from Dora
Niggas ain't really tryna maneuver

In the summer pull the heat out the cooler
Gettin to that bag the better the sooner

Or maybe the sooner the better
Come through wit the Preme sweater
You know it's almost that weather

I could never tell no lie she was on the guy
In these streets it's do or die
You either fold or ride