Terrell - Freestyle Lyrics

Ayy, that's CJ on the track, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy
Hop off a plane and I hop in your bitch Po' me a four and I take me a sip
Water all on me, I need me a ship Don't do no cuffin', so don't even trip
Hit front of the back, got her huffin' and puffin' Fix your ass up like I'm Dr. McStuffins

Can't f*ck with y'all, so you know I can't trust ya
Hit that lil' hoe with my big trusty dusty
Chasin' my cheddar and stackin' blue cheese
All my real niggas know just what I mean

She callin' and textin', she act like she feinin
Don't see red lights, all I see is the green
Smell it on me when I walk through the door
I f*cked her last night on her tippy-toes

Two things for certain and one thing is for sure
You niggas can't touch me, you already know
Feel what I say when I say what I mean
If you ain't f*ckin', then you gotta leave

I'm tall, black, and handsome, don't you agree
I'll f*ck your life up, you keep f*ckin' with me
These Haters be watchin' when I paper chase
I walk in the spot and I shake up the place

These diamonds be hittin' like stars in the wraith
I can't go out dry, I got shit in the safe
I'm poppin' my shit, been poppin' my shit
My style is legit, the diamonds, they sick

The rollie it tick, I might take your bitch
She all on my dick, I keep me a stick
24's on the Chevy, shout-out Kobe
Throw that bitch to the left like I'm Ginobli

These niggas be cappin', they ain't havin' motion
That pussy so good, I packed it up and sold it
Rest in peace to cuz Sammyo, man
I miss you, my nigga

Never ever can forget what you did
For me and my sister
Be careful who you niggas callin' your friend
'Cause they be against you

Heart full of gold, they probably forgot
I'll help 'em remember
Now back to the subject, the matter of hand
These niggas be watchin', they act like my fan

I do what I want and you do what you can
These stacks weighin' me down, gotta pull up my pants
Fake niggas can't take em, these bitches be hatin
Purple and yellow, I feel like a laker

If they ain't with you, you know they against you
Ain't talkin' bout money, then talk to me later
I'm high as a kite, but fly as a pilot
Your bitch, she be wildin', and she cannot hide it

I put that shit on, and I don't need a stylist
Won't catch me in public, I'm keepin' it private
She like the way a nigga swag and lean
Duffel bag full of bands of green

And as far as my eyes can see
Can't nobody really f*ck with me, lil' bitch