Refugee [Freestyle]

We at Ruth Chris celebrating
All my opps they never make it
Beams on shit, that's mandatory
Left a spot in heaven for you
Damn right I'm paranoid
You know how I did them boys
Who cold as me thuggin'? I'll
Put them sheets on you
See these VVs on me, I'll put them Gs on you
I got on VLONE, we turned it to orange
Jungle Fever, go Justin Bieber
Even Stevens? No, I don't think so
I know I'm stupid, slide me the uzi
Silent shooters, sniper movies
Hyper groupies, fight me for 'em
This life is over, no you don't want this
This ain't what you want
We don't make country songs
We don't put nobodies on
We don't wanna hear your songs
You givin' out weirdo vibes
I told y'all a million times
Took his gun but I still got mine
No jugs, I'm still gon' fly
No hugs, I'm in and out her
She's in love with pills and powder
Could never trust no thotties
When they went caught them bodies
Bitch I'm from the streets, I'm on the run
It's really time to park
I'm with Mae Ling from the Philippine
She in love with Bruno Mars
Can your love buy two more cars?
Is your love gon' pay this bond?
Can your love make bullets stop?
Heard your love get niggas shot
Heard your love cost him a watch
Heard they drug him with a mop
Type of love these bitches got?
My drugs better get you some
My plug, better get you one
Hot dog, put a stick in one
Heard your dog got chicken pox
Heard him mom got niggas watched
Better watch how you spin this block
Man, these new switches tough
Heard this lil bitch is stuffed
Might have to go get me some
Heard of me, I'm Drakeo we served you Karo
Beam on you like he's mashed potatoes
I don't know how to lay low
It's on a Dawn on the Wraith, ho
Oh you in real estate? We knockin' down Legos
Beams and the drums, you can be who you want
That broke shit is contagious and I
Don't need me the runs
If you ever sneak diss me
I believe you should run
There's an empty spot in Heaven
You can be with your son
If you thought that's disrespectful
You should see when I'm done
I'm a flu flammin' nigga
With these three little guns
Stop talking to me about jewelry, I'm Mr t
What I'm on
Turn this bitch to killer season
I just peed on the block
Get rid of the residue
Almost peed on my watch
Who brought this nigga wearing Jordans?
I'll swing on a cop
Ever since I dissed that paper suit
I had the streets in a knot
With the freakiest thots
Couldn't believe what she caught
I mean it's serious
There's niggas coppin' pleas but
I ain't hearin'
No more it's getting ridiculous
That bitch you with a lot
She might bring syphilis
You ain't hear me? Let it rip again
I'm with Ling Ling but I'm Mae Ling curious
I don't want no bitch that's from Hesperia
I take all my mug shots with asparagus
This shit is terrible
Boy, who you starin' at?

Yeah exactly nigga you know what's going on
You ain't staring at nothin' yeah, yeah
Yeah