Moon freestyle
Body bagger soul snatcher get that money Cheder cheder pull up on me think he badder bullets chase him catcher catcher on my block kiss my Glock I’m the king fuck whoever let him know we gon blow free that boy Kay flocka flocka south side Super Bowl shooting contents zero rules pop lil boy inside his room mama crying what’d he do big bro mad about that move grab his Glock he in the hood eyes blood red like Baki Hanna when they touch his boo I’m too cold for you shawty said she in the mood I’m too focused hocus pocus alacazam I’m out the room she don’t like that ouu she said she just wanna ouuuu I don’t gat time I gotta be gone I got bad bitch talking to moons many nights don passed she still thinking gripping her arss said I’m the best she ever had don’t talk to me I’m mad only thing I worry bout is bag gotta feed family gotta be bigger you know how I’m built I’m just too rad