FORZA FREESTYLE

Yeah, I switch up my hoes, I switch up my flows
These backends, these rolls, yeah
Yeah, I pull up in Ghost
I'm racin' like Forza, fuckin' the road- (Bitch)

Yeah, I switch up my hoes, I switch up my flows
These backends, these rolls, yeah
Yeah, I pull up in Ghost
I'm racin' like Forza, fuckin' the road up
Touch down, hit my partner, "What's the word?"
Ho come second but Amiri come in first
I don't talk, I don't gotta say a word
Ice show shinin' on my neck like "Brr"
Yeah, yeah, partner caught a body
He rollin' off molly, least I know he got me
I just fold this bitch up, just like origami
I know she a bop, I need lip, lil' shawty top me
I don't rock CDG, 'less it's Homme Plus
Ho platinum feedin' me
They tryna see me eat, watchin' like a DVD
My whole crew crazy, tearin' up the street
I don't wanna see lil' baby, fuck her through the sheets
I won't fold on none my niggas, they won't fold on me
I might finger fuck a check, or I might watch it bleed
Racks came in quick as hell, it was too damn easy
These hoes just want a Birkin, just want CC, they tryna slime me
We rollin' dope, we rollin' off of X, feel like a zombie
I'm havin' motion and I'm havin' racks like Kalankaski
My cousin crazy, he'll cut your head off, you cannot breathe

Yeah, my foot on these niggas neck
Yeah, my foot on these niggas neck
Yeah, my foot on these niggas neck (Yeah, go)
Yeah, I'm three Percs in, I'm set
Yeah, I'm three Percs in, I'm set
Yeah, I'm T'd up to the max

Yeah, yeah, I'm the one poppin' the lock, yeah
I'm the one pull out that Bentley, I ride out the lot and made that ho chop, yeah
Cuffin' that ho, she a thot, she throwin' the top, she givin' the box, yeah
Got it on lock, I'm breakin' the lock, my pockets full of them knots, yeah
Won't even bag the bitch, a badder bitch keep hittin' my line, yeah
I'm on some savage shit, that Gen4 Glock 29, yeah
I'm like a cavity, I'm up in her mouth, I nut in her eye, yeah
Two Gen5's, Chase Rambo, I'm on fire
Shh, I don't know nothing 'bout that case
Racks comin' in and out of state
I'm in court, I got that- (Shh)
Blowin' dope twelve pounds of kush
.556, .223's, MAC-11, K's, nigga
That's your wife, she on me, I ain't even gon' stay with her
I won't play with you, I'll make shawty lick it up
Molly Santana, I'm on yeah, yeah

Ghetto Fab, GF