Taz Taylor Prod. beat freestyle

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ya im sippin on my henny
Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key
Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy
i aint lazy boi im just smokin on tree
sellin it to get money aint it funny
my squad hungry gettin bread spittin poetry
bout to go on a killin spree, fuck her right in the pussy
free my nigaa danny, fuck u up leave u on ur knee
im real fuckin crazy this weed got me feelin hazy
bitch said she wanted to have a baby
but i said bitch dont play me
you wont even see me or ur bro too
if he pullin up he gon fuck with the crew
out the back window to escape from the blue
they thought they had us but they dont know what i do
everything i say is true bitch get a clue
my crew got it all brand new when we pullin up to u
stick ur head to the ground like glue
said i did it bitch who, this an issue
heffe take his ass and rid of him
make him a victim tear him limb from limb
im the grim and ima push back yo brim
see im ballin and yo bitch be callin
she all up on my dick tryna get this shit
tryna swallow and spit do a split
ya im the shit got a ticket give me a minute
tryna win it bitch u desperate
rip im pullin off in my whip tryna flip
and ship that shit get that bread quick like bisquick
im baked like a biscuit i dont go the speed limit
i dont ever quit but im goin out for a bit

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