up in the studio gettin' blown freestyle

Singer:juelz santana

i'm just cut from a different cloth

and they don't make this fabric no more

that money coming

i'm grabbin' it all

triple beam leaning

still balancing raw

still got the white

macklemore

car seat smelling like i just threw the packing off

went down on me in traffic

i'm backin' 'em off

sex

money and murder

mastered it all

shot out to my macs but i'm billy though

still on that gangland shit

really though

got a couple locs that i'm close with

shmurda dance on your whole shit

free bobby

free rowdym

free the whole 9

free duski

free chewie

free my

act up

we at your neck like bowties

belly shit

bringing niggas gifts in a whole 9

might send your woman crush on a road trip

that pussy stuffed with a whole brick

she don't smoke weed but she blow dick

she don't smoke weed but she blow dick

buy it by the pounds

smoking by the zip

buy 'em by the rounds

shoot 'em by the clip

everybody down

everybody hit

i said everybody down

everybody hit

nowadays the game full of lames and straight gays

niggas throwing shade and hate from a fake page

niggas catfishing for asswhippings

catch him in traffic while his ass slipping

the mac hit 'em let his jacks

now you fresh to death

blood on this raf simons

fiends like 'santana

where you at with it'

back like cooked crack

y'all done gave too many bad fixes

looking at my rollie it's bout that time

yo

extended clip have your whip jumping like pot holes

yeah

'm the main event you the side show

time's up

mine go

i think these niggas think i lost my mojo

no

i think it's time i let these niggas know so

they can't fuck with me and they know so

i'm out here rocking gucci like it's polo

stil drippin' sauce

that's that mohawk

they know i got that spice that adobo

and i'm still selling coke tho

let me stop

you niggas cops

robo

my nigga

black an animal

stay on go mode

it go ocho

chewie coming home

they like 'oh no'

cause they know how he playing with that.45

ain't talkin' weed when i tell my niggas blow smoke

ain't talkin' rain when i say yo get your clothes soaked

watch my name when you rap

might get your throat choke

might tell your bitch to come over get these slow pokes

she gon' get each and every one of her holes poked

lil yachty in that pussy

i got that row boat

yeah

back on the heels again

born to lose

build to win

y'all niggas know now

nowadays the game full of lames and straight gays

niggas throwing shade and hate from a fake page

niggas catfishing for asswhippings

catch him in traffic while his ass slipping

the mac hit 'em let his jacks

now you fresh to death

blood on this raf simons