Lelenoflops - southside freestyle!

(Alright, let's go, y'all ready?)
(Let's do this shit)
Southside jawn, under twenty one
Lele getting cheese, Lele is the bomb
YEG kid drop, yeg kid run
YEG kid go, yeg kid run
So I took her out just for my imagine no this not a date
Shawty tried to kiss me I said baby know your place
I got skill that's fax
Still I got no stats
You run from IRS
I still pay my tax
I'm not tryina flex but I got the bag now
Making legal money I don't gotta rob for swag now
All my bitches bad all your bitches look like drag now
Didn't think I made but the homie got his grad crown
I won't throw a rock unless I can take a boulder
Ainlay rapper man I'll put the city on my shoulder
You want beef but this ain't Texas so I'm gonna hold em
I was stealing as a jit but the fits were never solar
No this not a bottle you cap
No you don't shoot you strapped
You hatin on the kid you hating on a bitch
I'm counting all this shit, you whack,
Bitch you whack
Everytime i see you put the S's up slatt slatt
Southside jawn, under twenty one
Lele getting cheese, Lele is the bomb
YEG kid drop, yeg kid run
YEG kid go, yeg kid run
(Alright, quick little freestyle)
(Y'all heard me y'all seen the title. Ya!)

Written by:
Liam Parrent

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