T.R.E. DC - Pretty Flacko Freestyle lyrics

Stab A n***a in his throat and let his girl Quote Him Choppa Wet Your Head Have Ya Skull Soul Glowing Skinny n***a Big Muchacho Kick sh** Like Taebo And If Rappers were money then your pockets Jose Guapo f** you and yo punk a** 44 Blast My Gun Mag You b**hmade I Roll up In all black like a nun a** I Done Came Down Hold up Pockets On Yoda Nothings In My Eye, so why your ho wanna blow us? She Watch me Like Hulu I Eat til she Bohoo And If Izzy Come through then Guess what?[Chu chu] H4 Can't Top us Im in my drawls she topless We talking bout Life after I entered and popped her She Fly As A Copter Got Body Like a Doctor But She Major In Geometry That b**h Waka Flocka Damn Girl You A Slow Bunny Your Main Man Got No Money He Trickoff Too Hard Girl You Fresh as f** but he so bummy Had it been me you wouldn't get a statement A damn receipt or a quote from me You Came in quite thick though But I Bet you left with no tummy Got Indo and Out Do Boy I Think Im Ray J My Kicks on that Top Flight So I Guess Im Day Day Tech 9 My 1's and 2's Scratch that Im Kay Slay Yo d**h was on the fifth though like cinco the may day Im fly as hell and Im spacing Im Morphed out like the matrix I k** cats on the daily Like Curious Asians Lil Boosie, with the toolie Im ill with the ratchet Like Future, Im your future, I'll move your head like magic Oh word? that's you? well why your dame keep dashing? I got ciroc in my househo, I strut s*uts like Magic You n***as got no flow, I don't zebra cake with ho ho's I let them get below the belt and I call that a low blow A$ap got an old flow, but best believe that flow go T.R.E. DC The Name and I k** a beat like a ghost ho