Lola Monroe - Goldie Freestyle lyrics

Said It's must be cause a b**h up on the Source Mutha f**in right we got the District on the source Hold up , Smile every time my face is up in the source I hippied on a biggie, Pan Amera'd on the Porsche Bangs with the gang get ya blocked popped off I split b**hies swallow till they get locked jaw I mirrored them figures That pull statistics like triggers I move samplistical on n***as I'm just the sickest of b**hes Okay now hold up, hold up f** they mean I'm colder, polar best believe my flow'a show her, Hold a stroller Haulin' a** up out my lane better ask about my slang I got head shot's for b**hes who trana copy my frame She know, he know, we know I fck around and go Debo When I get smokey up in your ego Better get on my shot's ain't no free throw And Givenchy with a mojito Easy for me though How b**hes all want my swag I could easily go repo And snatch my sh** back , in a black on black vest Smack attack on that track Run and combat your whack raps n***as hotter than when I leave my perm in for too long And I never gave a f** about a n******g who on I'm like one of them I'm my own b**h type b**hes on my rich White dishes my wrist Quite viscous I dislike snitches they f** they n***a over cause they p**y at heart Though you work to bring that quarter back Bret Favre I've been tryna get these n***as of me Can't even stack your c-notes so your fingers off key O-G at heart keep my sh** low key I just cop me a new royce the perpetual rolley O-D these b**hes fake out more smokin mirrors and my clique read thru gags so don't get the chokin near us Really though , who the f** illa I'll wait, Taylor Gang unleashed a k**a