Ah Haa Freestyle"

Ayo, man, this shit right here fiction, man
Everything I'm saying is all fiction
(This shit all cap)
Don't believe nothin' I'm saying
Grr-aow, baow, baow
Y'all niggas lucky I ain't gon'
Pop out, for real, man, y'all
(Grrrt) ayy, man, free Quento, free Scrap
Free all the guys, man
(Bop, bop)
Ayy, man, free A-Rod, free Rasha (Yo, YBH)
Yeah, ah ha

I ain't postin' on no pictures
Of my bro T-Dot (Huh?)
'Til a body drop, we'll spin
Go get your G-lock (R-r rah, get it)
I told niggas when I came home
I was gon' re-route
But I'm back up in this bitch
Tryna see what this shit 'bout
(Ayy, what it is? Ah ha) i told niggas
If they bend our block then bend it back
(Come here)
If them niggas send some shots our
Way then send it back (Ayy, come here)
If they free Quento and Scrap
Then it's a Reynolds wrap
We gon' have to get some brand nеw
Sticks and get our rentals wrapped (Ah ha)

Wе don't type on internets (At all)
Bitch, we ain't into that (How?)
Shot a couple, took a few
That beef was the end of that (Boom, baow)
One phone call to the wrong thot
Got your partner whacked
(They got your partner whacked)
Heard they got my address online but
We on top of that (Come on)
Bobbin' with my sneaky link (My sneak link)
Like, hold my pinky ring (Hold my pinky ring)
Clutchin' on my glizzy inside this club
I don't know what they think
(I don't know what they think)
Monte on my side and he gon' blow
It if my left eye wink (Look at my eye)

Ah ha, hit him with that
Drum, knock off his biscuit
This shit Popeyes (Popeyes)
Hit him in his figi 'cause
My niggas don't do māthās
(We don't do māthās) opp pack sticky
Got me feeling mellow like we lala
Tell your homie, "Bye bye, " ah ha

I ain't postin' on no pictures
Of my bro T-Dot (Come on, huh?)
'Til a body drop, we'll spin
Go get your G-lock (R-r rah, get it)
I told niggas when I came home
I was gon' re-route
But I'm back up in this bitch
Tryna see what this shit 'bout
(Ayy, what it is? Ah ha) i told niggas
If they bend our block then bend it back
(Come here)
If them niggas send some shots our
Way then send it back (Ayy, come here)
If they free Quento and Scrap
Then it's a Reynolds wrap
We gon' have to get some brand new
Sticks and get our rentals wrapped ah ha
Grrr, know I pop off, man, Cartier
Drippin', cup while he sippin', bitch
(Mm hmm)
You know, free all the guys, free the nine
Bitch (Mm hmm)
You know that, "Grrr-aow"
You know what I'm sayin' (Grr-aow)
Expensive shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
(yeah)
Freedom is a must, nigga (Freedom is a must)
Real shit, free Quento
Real shit, you know what I'm sayin'? Gang
Nigga
Let me get it at nine, at nine, with a now
Grrr (yeah)
Baow, that's Mr thirty Two, mister Pop-out
Himself (Free Quento)
That's Mr clips