daddy warbucks freestyle

this that shit you get that money to
told that bitch i don't need her
hoe wanna talk about feelings well i'm feeling myself
terrorist up in the SRT im giving them hell
i been codeine crazy, splitting xans with hoes
it's been fuck you pay me, even my manners gone
this that shit you get that money to
chrome hearts for the stigma
i taper the rick up
ruger up in my hoodie, balenci won't zip up
repping that double R C, russian roulette click
hiding her face from the camera, been fucking her lips up
SVJ or wraith, i wake up and pick one
bad bitch, white owl grape, i wake up and split one
gassing up the gang, get up and go get some
put a average on my side, she turn to a 10 huh?
nothing to get my racks up, they looking for back up
walls looking like some dirty teeth, they getting all plaqued up
TRX 4x4 sitting up like a mack truck
they know ima killer, it's cool, i don't have to act tough
if money the root of all evil, might as well call me a demon
this hoe gotta pay me to fuck, future millionaires in my semen
eight figures for the swag, closet looking neimans
fuck em i'm setting a boundary
still got a chip on my shoulder
i see that he barely breathing
i still gotta fuck him over
gronk spiking my soda, in the field with the crash outs
3s hanging like a floater, yea i can show you how to cash out
pretty bitch with a bad mouth
they ain't haters they parasites
turn his life to a memory couldn't even fill up a megabyte
thick bitch with some coochie cutters, dick get hard from the cellulite
plenty days i been wrong, but every day my money right