Greedym2 - Impatient Freestyle Lyrics

Turn a nigga athletic you know we goin have to stretch him
If he doin wrong then you know that we goin correct Em
Put him in a box like paper we goin check em he smokin
Dick no job application we goin test him
Its Summertime buh ik them bullets hotter sonnin these niggas
You can juss call me yo father I can really get that dumb
Boy popped like an otter this bitch wanna f*ck man i aint goin bother
His brain hanging frm his dome like a dreadlock
Said I could get a nigga killed wit a head nod
You want smoke then we got it like a med shop
He gotta vest too bad bad that this a head shot
If that casket where he sleep make his bedrock
You goin nuts? Well lets get it crackin he gotta kappa sweatsuit
No wonder he be cappin the only thing he shoot is A vid
When he rapping you aint neva held a glock and stop actin
Like you trappin you rattin (Hmph) To them people
I can feel it inna air sum like benny seagull
Dislocated my shoulder when i shoot this desert eagle
Think he fly smack him out the air like a beetle
He puttin on a show well lemme make it a sequel
Big guns in my arsenal swear to god they lethal
Look me in my eyes i cant hide the evil
Imma talk in spanish chupa mi pito
Buggin niggas, just like ah mosquito
I been gassin for a while im only takin diesel
Whole squad got the sticks just call us the beetles
Glock stuck wit me hell nah you cant f*ck wit me
He wanted beef turn this shit into a cutlery
Twin glocks cause one needed company
Its like im a ghost, i could touch u but u not touchin me
Suit and tie on im feelin like mr moesby
Aint no runnin in my lobby better talk when you approach me
Please stop, tellin niggas im yo homie just because we went to scoo that dont that you kno me
She goin suck a nigga up like a vacuum chop make a nigga stiff like a statue
If we beefin onna gram imma @ you but ion beef onna net i pull up nd blast you
Bullets stuck to his chest like a tattoo saucin on niggas where tf is da ragu
Sneak dissin? Man dat shit for da birds niggas actin like dey wit it
Till dey brains onna curb thinkin he da shit well
Guess what im the turd whole gang inna street you would think it was a hurd
Yo bitch not bad why u cuff ? her im on ta better things, f*ck love i cant love her
My Dick in her mouth why tf would you trust her
Dont touch my radio im feelin like chris tucker
Or jackie chan inna whip wit da chopsticks
Sean Michael a nigga swear to god he gettin drop kicked
Bubblegum all these niggas do is pop it
Gave em a sign inna streets i bet he stop it
Whip my dick out cause lil thooter goin top it
Like the toy how the bitch goin bop it talkin bout she goin leave
She must not know that i got options
Must not know that i got options
Talkin bout she goin leave, must not know that i got options
Must not know that i got options, bitch