MaRLo - Freestyle lyrics

[Verse] Shoutout my label that’s me I’m in this b**h with TP I’m in this b**h with 4trey I just poured up me a 8 Real n***a all in my face 500 racks in my safe 500 racks to the plug What you know ’bout showin’ love What you know ’bout pullin’ up, in Bentley trucks Make these b**hes fall in love All of my n***as on go None of my n***as no hoe All of my n***as want smoke All of my n***as together we came from the bottom we used to wear each other clothes None of my n***as gon’ fold Couple p**y n***as told They ain’t my n***as no mo’ Hold it down for the 4 In the 9 with the woah’s Marlo my dawg that’s for sho’ We won’t fall out about sh** Specially not ’bout no b**h We ain’t gone fallout bout hoes Me and Ced get them loads We let ’em go for the low I got my hood in control I got my left wrist on froze I got my right wrist on froze I got my necklace on froze Both my ears on froze I been gettin faded I’m sippin’ on maple If she won’t f** I won’t make her I don’t like b**hes with makeup If she want titties I pay for ’em Get outta there when I wake up I pa** the ball I don’t layup I’m a big boss I got say so They’ll wipe you down If I say so Dracos, on Dracos, on Dracos, on Dracos 40’s, on 40’s, on 40’s I just bought me some new water Wetter than Katrina shout out New Orleans I made a promise my n***as gon’ ball Hard in the paint change my name to John Wall Geekin’ off trees like a leaf in the fall Find a new plug then we takin’ em all Pull up in a brand new Benz Truck Hop out fresher than a mento Lil n***a but I’m big dawg All I gotta make is one call Hit a n***a block, two calls Cross a n***a up, hot sauce Ooh I got ’em mad, my fault Talking bout the sh** that I bought Poppi’n these perks I done turned to a savage Hundred racks stuffed in the mattress Hundred racks stuffed in the attic Hundred racks stuffed in the sofa These n***as play gangsta but they won’t approach me I know they’ll never approach me They know that they’ll catch a bullet I rock the game to the fullest I run with some real ones I don’t hang with no pussies I ain’t no k**er don’t push me I see how you n***as be lookin’ I hope you don’t think you no bully I’m livin’ the life I should star in a movie Ridin’ in a vert with a uzi Twelve get behind me I lose ’em They tryin’ guess what I’m doin’ They tryin’ guess who I’m screwin’ That ain’t even they business They ain’t wanna f** with me Now they see a n***a drippin’ Now they wanna f** with me They can’t get in touch with me Hardly ever in the city They just know I’m gettin’ bigger They just know a n***a busy I been runnin’ up them digits Yeah