Black Girl Lost Freestyle

[Intro] Hello? What's up, girl? Ain't nothin', this nigga in here stressin' Talkin' that old off-the-wall back-to-Africa shit again What, that God body shit? Yeah, that dumb shit, I'm tryin' to get up out of here I hear that, but, yo, you know the spot is pumpin' tonight Word, for real, where? You know, where the real niggas is poppin' the Cristal Not that White Star Ha-ha, word, where the real niggas at? [Verse 1] Yo, they just want a nigga to lose; Mayweather-Pac-Man Government don't play fair, they'd rather backhand Cops killin' us left and right, pray for the black man I'm tryin' to get that Creflo Dollar, faithfully stack bands And, listen, I refuse to let 'em jack the O.G Yeah, you's a nigga like a black emoji I got the LTE flows, you niggas still a 4G I'm Nino Brown on a roof and you got to go, G Am I my brother's keeper? My brother keep a (-) on the hip, not a beeper, he the reaper Black hoodie on, turn you to a hard sleeper Turn your peoples into weepers, your chick a leaper Jumped on your boy and gave it to me for cheaper Probably cause you shallow and my pockets is deeper I just want it on a late night, he could keep her Pick her up in the Wrangler, jeepers creepers Scary movie, she be runnin', but she keep fallin' Now she ballin', she love it that my seats' Spalding That's ball leather, it gets cooler like fall weather We meet up at the Four Seasons, that's all weather The sad part: he don't even know he lost her He don't drink, but she do say he double-crossed her You probably won't get that 'til you look at the bottle There's a message in it, baby, just look in the bottom Shorty, don't lose yourself tryin' to look like these models Cause it's way more to life than bookings and bottles Lookin' for follows, hook up for swallow Some nigga with a big cheque, yeah, you lookin' for lotto Owe you dollar and a dream, bitches Powerball bitches Win 4Life, Mega Millions, pick four bitches Lookin' for a nigga that's 6'4", bitches Settin' thirst traps, got to click more pictures That's a lick for bitches, ride the dick, raw bitches Have a baby by the nigga, make him trick more riches Damn, she just want to play with them boss toys Lex' coupes, the Beamers and the Benz, Lost Boys Think they got a good one, lock her down and wife her Found out she a scared bitter, not a lifer Couple rappers in her circle, pussy in a cypher Fucked the boss and the shooter, she Michelle Pfeiffer Scarface shit, caption like 'I only fuck with bosses' 'The biggest ones, #TheRickRosses' Yeah, you with the winnin' team, but you takin' losses Shout-out to the college girls out here takin' courses Just because they in school, but never get no credit We follow hoes that don't know where they headed But I ain't preachin', I ain't tryin' minister nothin' But fuck a bag, you better get a business or somethin' You better stack this and flip instead of spinnin' some stuntin' Before your dope boy boo catch a sentence or somethin' Cause I, I remember how that girl flossed Now look at her, that girl lost