Shabazz PBG - Ready (Freestyle) lyrics

[Hook] I'm in the game like my name Tiki Barber Go to New York with them k**ers and robbers 70 rounds in the new baby chopper p**y good enough to make me a father My n***as know I won't change over dollars n***as talking but I ain't with the gossip Don't post pistols cause them peoples is watchin' Posted in my hood with k**ers and mobsters Told lil' mama give me head like a bonnet So many zips on me, none of them pocket Smokin' sour OG call it chronic Chasin' money like a n***a named Sonic Pull up and do a hit out a Honda We eat beef with with chopsticks, no Benihanas Ducking 12 so I don't wear Ferragamo Extended chop' line him up like a barber [Verse 1] n***as tellin', b**hes f**in' for Zara 9th grade, I f**ed b**hes in Prada Y'all on the bench, all my n***as is starters Rob a shottas with them juggs like some Rastas Making plays in school like I was in college Chanel on my b**h, she know I'm a trap scholar Givenchy me or it's Balenciagas Designer my kicks so I keep pocket rockets Need me a lil' b**h that's better than Cali Buy me a foreign car with 0 milage Catch me down the park with Booga and Happy Them Seat Pleasent n***as born trigger happy Glock with a drum make them jump like reaction I'm with my gang but you know we still trapping Came with the gang but I'm leaving with your hoe Go to Vegas smoke KDs and tote Romos Club with a stick and I won't take a photo Take a trip to Cali and go to SoHo If they searchin' at my show bet I won't go Need me a b**h that ride dick like a Proto Pop a perc and f** that hoe like I'm Kojo Free Lil Mar he used to trap out that stolo [Hook] I'm in the game like my name Tiki Barber Go to New York with them k**ers and robbers 70 rounds in the new baby chopper p**y good enough to make me a father My n***as know I won't change over dollars n***as talking but I ain't with the gossip Don't post pistols cause them peoples is watchin' Posted in my hood with k**ers and mobsters Told lil' mama give me head like a bonnet So many zips on me, none of them pocket Smokin' sour OG call it chronic Chasin' money like a n***a named Sonic Pull up and do a hit out a Honda We eat beef with chopsticks, no Benihanas Ducking 12 so I don't wear Ferragamo Extended chop' line him up like a barber [Verse 2] Line his a** up like a barber Slam dunking b**hes just like Vince Carter Switching lanes in the SRT Charger Making them plays when I land in Nevada Sipping on drank and my gas a lil' darker She call me daddy but I'm not her father Bro off the xans, he turn into a monster Ganging for GuWop, you know I'm a mobster I'm with the plug and we eat shrimp and lobster Smoking with rastas shoot dice with the robbers Free Lil Mar, he got locked for chasing dollars 762s burn his a** like some lava I'm from Seat but you know I trap out Largo Pull up on a n***a block in a Tahoe She in my DMs and I f** her tomorrow Mac with a scope and that b**h fully auto (Shabazz n***a!)