bitches ain't shit freestyle

bank filled to the brim

spilt on my rims

wind-shield to the wing

cup of gin to the chin

jewels on my limbs

do not attempt

reach and i teach you

stay at arms length

bank filled to the brim

spilt on my rims

wind-shield to the wing

couple gin to the chin

jewels on my limbs

do not attempt

reach and i teach you

stay at arms width

street's so great

sky stone gray

where the bitchesa let's see what the iphone say

money won't stop and time won't stay

broke motherfuckers say crime don't pay

i hide no face

still find no trace

a rap says i put that fire on that lace

hostile

since coke in the nostril

skinny as pasta with a big ol' moss berg

maybach machine

all you hear is cha-ching

never flew where i flown

all you see is the wing

all black up from the shoes to the ring

including the mink

i am as rude as you think

back on the turf like i never left the nerf

feel sorry for my mother

shouldn't never have to birth

i never had a gift

damn sure i had a curse

now who next to climb out the back of that hurse

yea

you already know gunplay

don adolf

logan

hail logan ha-ha-ha-ha