D'Money Turn Up - Stick Freestyle

An you know i keep a stick
30 on me now play with me you gettin' hit
D'Money got them bricks, you get served if you legit
Had to spend a couple thousand just to flex up on my wrist
Ship the package in from Cali triple up all in the city
Had to go & get it turned 1,000 into 50.

Really rappin' what i'm living you be capppn you'on get it
Get a package then i flip it
GameTime bout it we ain't chilling
Got bricks stashed off in my kitchen
In the trap since elementary
Early morning had to get it
Heard somebody tryna kill me
So you know i tote that Semi
Fuck a bitch her name is Demi
Put this dick off in her kidney
Got her limping when she leaving
Know the neighbors heard her screaming
We be turnt up on the weekend
Bitch i'm geeking i ain't sleeping
Yo hoe fienin' that bitch tweaking for no reason
Bags of money all i'm seeing, i been grinding since a jit
All these hoes be on my dick i'm too legit it's what it is
Pull up in that sprinter truck , we gone up the pump
Came up from the slumps, now I'm doing what i want
We be chilling in a suite, every hoe down for the team
GameTime be the Gang lil Hoe, D'Moneys MVP
I be shooting shit from Deep, ima sniper for the green.
Ballin like Lebron cause i been running through the East
An if you ask about me they gone tell you i'm a beast
Out here in the suburbs i be running through them p's

Gametime Gang shit gah damn
D'Money Turn Up in this bitch
Suburban Trap God

An you know i keep a stick
30 on me now play with me you gettin' hit
D'Money got them bricks, you get served if you legit
Had to spend a couple thousand just to flex up on my wrist
Ship the package in from Cali triple up all in the city
Had to go & get it turned 1,000 into 50

Written by:
Daniel Herring

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