Gtr Freestyle - Casper TNG

Uh, uh

Uh, where I’m from we carry llamas

Where I’m from we shoot informers, 'formers

Yeah, that Henny got me wavy and shit, know what I’m sayin'

A little wavy, know what I’m sayin' we in the cut man

Woo, pulled up in a GTR

MG4L, Augusta ave boyz, know what I’m sayin'

Our wave Vanauley Walk, you know how we rockin'

GTR

I just pulled up in a GTR

And i’ma pressa, but I’m not comin' from BFR

Run him down, he won’t make it to the E&R

My aim on point, but I don’t squeeze from far

Pass the keys to car, it’s a speedin' car

Waitress send the bottles over, I don’t see the bar

I just pulled off in a Rover, like I’m leaving Mars

Fly like Peter Pan, Neverland what I leave him on

Gucci collars, hoochie mamas, they was never used to dollars

She see me up in the club, she send her number, I don’t call her

Dead guys in my marijuana

Where I’m from we carry llamas

Where I’m from we shoot informers

When we see him, he a goner

And these little niggas on my line

They don’t know I be on their block like all the time

Who knows, I might just hit up your block tonight

Who knows, I might just make someone drop tonight

I hit a lick there’s something cookin' in my pot tonight

You gettin' pitched don’t make me catch you 'round my block tonight

She on my dick she say her nigga never hit it right

And I’m just scoring on your block until you niggas ride

Make his body fly, make his momma cry

Make his shorty choose, right after he die

He livin' a lie, he livin' a lie

He ain’t never slide, he ain’t let it fly

Free all my niggas in boxes

For you I’m burying in boxes

For you, I’m droppin' a coffin

All these opps got me coughin'

All this lean got me nauseous

In the club on a mod tip

In the club wit' da dawgsdem

She with you but she watchin'

Look at my diamonds and look on the timing

They lookin' as soon as we walk in

He want some clout off my name or clout off my game

Well, what will it cost him?

Who is he, I’ll cross him

That’s your nigga who shot him

That’s your nigga who dropped him

You really must be exhausted

Flip a nigga no cost

I’ma do it for free if it’s for the cause

Flip a nigga for my dawgs

I’m back in the spot, I’m watching the box

For the kicks what’s the cost?

Christian Louboutin

My bitch Yves Saint Laurent

You cannot be what I’m on, gang!