Styles P - Show N Off Freestyle lyrics

rate me

Fuck all these niggas they could eat a dick bar none

And I’m on the bar so I’m telling niggas on ball 1

Double xl flow, nigga I’m a one x

Flow first guns next, all these niggas is dumb sex

Shoot em in the chest, then the lungs next

One shot, one dead, nigga I’m an one blunt head,

Gun head, bloodied up high, that’s dumb red

Stupid with the gun, getting money, that’s dumb bread

Fuck whoever’s nice, fuck whoever’s not nice

Fuck about your whip, I pop you up at the stop light

You saying what you like, I can tell you what you not like

You not nice, you not real, yeah I’m in the ritz but

But I be on the block still

Holding on the glock still

You don’t want statik, you might wanna beep a nigga

You don’t want statik, I pull out the automatic

Shout to termanology, peep to termanology

Twitter’s the only time you better fucking follow me

Unless you giving money out, something like the lottery

Plant you like some weed, or some motherfucking pottery

Whoever said they was hard, nigga you owe a fucking appology

Old head, young head, yeah it’s blue still but

I can make the gun red

Stick it in your guts the second after I pop led

Cock sucker, disgusted with it

Holler back nigga if you was fucking with it

Yeah you got a gun but you pussy and you ain’t bucking with it

Motherfucker, yeah!