The Dell (Freestyle) (feat. 985 Zay) Video (MV)

(F*ck a love song, man we listening to s1rk)
(Goodbye s1rk)
This a freestyle, it's off of the head
Shoot at the top, I don't aim for no legs
She wanna ride on the bike with no pegs
And she wanna ride on the bike, moped
Count up the money, I need more bags
All of my blue faces come in advance
These opps is pussy, they switching to trans
Pull out the choppa and that bitch go "Blam, Blam"
Shout out Elon, okay bam
I made a movie on some Killer Kam shit
But y'all still don't know who I am
Lean got me geeking, plus I'm off a Xan
Got like six plus more in my pocket
Should I pop 'em or would I end up dead?
Evil thoughts really f*ck with my head
Plus, all of my demons be stuck in my bed
Did some stupid shit to f*ck with my ex, but now I regret all the things that I said
Still can't get this letter up outta my head
She f*ck with my mental and leave me on read
Some shit might go down in the spot, call the feds
Might pop me a perk, way too many meds
Might get to ass Merced with too many men, pause
Your bitch gon' suck and she licking the balls
Dick in her mouth like I'm breaking her jaw
Phone blow up like I'm making the calls
She broken hearted, but lil bitch, I'm the cause
I cannot f*ck with these fakes
Fill the pencil with led and we get 'em erased
You can call me Tay-K how I'm running the race
Spray the Choppa out us, like we hit 'em with mace
If you wanna leave then leave, I ain't never need you anyway
Bitch, I get the cash like any day
She wanna f*ck with me, then she can go away
Say she wan' love on me, baby like, no way
These ain't no snippets, nah, these just the throw-aways
I pour the codeine up in the lemonade
And I ain't talking bout no Minute Maid
Got the cost of a Cullinan on my wrist
Give a f*ck with these hoes and get caught in a 'byss
Pull out in a ghost and I'm gone in a bliss
They be sending the hollows but we send the blitz
And my cocaine white like Adele
She say "You need to quit smoking" like bitch, "how you know?"
She said, "Boy, I can tell by the smell"
Come from the street, I was raised in the Dell
You pull up on me and you finna be dead
I'm loading the clips, I got buckets of led
Got me a thick bitch giving me head at the end of my bed, you heard what I said
Got a lil shorty, she leave me on read but I'm finna f*ck on her momma instead
You know I'm the kid, I done turned to a man
I'm up in the party like Stan
Pull up to yo' crib with the clan
Whipping it up with the pans
Cash in a check and go get me some land
You know I be winning, look up to the sky cause I know I be sinning
I'm tryna write, bitch gimme' a minute
Ten stories at the top of the building
Feel like I'm on mars, I got all the bread, I spend it on cars
I already know that I'mma make it far
Syringes with heroin, I'm talking Tar
I expect twenty if you want a bar
You know I'm on top, ain't f*cking with cops
Watch me roll, The way that I rock
I got a 40, I make it go pop
Like 21 Savage I'm talking a lot
Blood be spilling, I need me a mop
You can catch me on the way to the top, damn
Damn, I'm in that bitch going ham, damn
Get knocked out the park like grand slam
Big money, call me the band man
Bands in my pocket, It's so heavy, I can't walk
Super Saiyan when I pop it, I might f*ck around and catch a body
Gun on my hip, if I aim it, I'm sorry
I am not here to play games like Atari
Pull out the Choppa, I'm acting retarded
I got the bands, illuminati
I'm off a bean when I'm popping a Molly
Is he f*cking a bitch, Probably
I put my drink in the air, no biscotti
Gun on my hip like the whatchamacallit
Pushing the whip, I ain't ever stalling
Know I pull up when they say it's a party
Tryna f*ck with my money is a problem
They all know I'm a dog, Apollo
Bitch, I'm in space
I got your bitch and she giving me face
She took all my money and loving and power
I'm telling my mama I made a mistake
(F*ck a love song, man we listening to s1rk)