CamDa9ine - Quiet Flow Freestyle Lyrics

I aint playin nigga
So why you playin nigga
Damn might lose yo life though
Seven-six-twos 30 shots out this rifle

Bullets spinnin fast put a nigga in a spiral
Now he paralyzed cuz the round knocked his spinal
Runnin up on me must be dumb or suicidal
Gut a nigga on the 13th am I Michael?

You aint bar preaching why the f*ck you claim my title
Know the nigga died cuz we hit him in his vital
Paramedics sayin that he dead on arrival

Feds snatch me up for my lyrics go to trial
Tryna pin for this damn charge im in denial
I be spittin bars on this beat like a recital

All the niggas makin deep threats really died tho
You can check the news three niggas they went viral
Dead in the coupe whole scene homicidal

Money stackin up kinda lookin like the bible
Knock a shaq down bullets tearin down the eiffel
How the f*ck we beefin we not equal not my rival

Why grown niggas duckin me are they frightful
Hatin ass niggas all around why they spiteful
Im just gettin bread need my money that sound right tho

Mark a nigga up scars lookin like they tribal
I cant trust a soul cuz they always bein trifle
Hate the nigga the judas headshot hit his eyeball

How them niggas crash end of story written by paul
Tryna size me up chastise, dead by nightfall
Gotta call lawyer saul be the one I might call

Dirty ass thots on the streets call em night crawls
Gotta watch my homies if they snake me I just might fall
Gettin to the money so I never really mind yall

Gotta keep a pole for the niggas who cant fight yall
Strike a nigga down cuz they hate me, I dont like yall
I be outside everyday im not like yall

Got a weird feelin grab the K I might light it up
The real backstabbers be the ones who always smile at ya
Oh you need feature and got cash go and sign me up
Rifle is volcanic just be cautious cuz it might erupt
Leave a nigga drownin in a puddle go and wipe it up

Huntin snakes down till they dead, hollows really struck
Spitzer bullets got em stargazing cuz he couldnt dodge
Tried to challenge me feelin stupid when you really caught
All these damn jordans on my feet shit I really bought

Sayin you a demon that is something that you really not
Why you stayin silent? feds hot tryna tie me up
Im not chasin nothin how these thots finna line me up
All the bullets flyin niggas dyin cuz they time is up
When you seen a lot nothin really be surprising ya
Please dont run up on me last time imma say this

Bullet graze my body shit is crazy an insane miss
Why the f*ck you actin like we cool when you try to diss
Glock 40 shoot some hallow tips turn his brains to grits

Niggas really mad I hop on beats and rarely miss
You dont even rap, bars weak, and you can barely spit
Seven-six-twos cracked his dome shit it really split