I Got This Freestyle

[Verse 1:] Colombian cocaine Gallardos and gold chains Hogging up the lanes Smoke fogging up my frames Have you ever met a menace? Low income housing tenant? My pen made me some pennies But I'm still facing a sentence Cold as four Decembers Bro you need a trimmers So I'm smoking timbers Now I'm coming back to finish My bad, back to winning Going extra Innings Ho, I do the most That's why they catch the most fillings Work through the world, crack on every map Got a bitch on every play, trick it like champ She lick it like a stamp Eat it like a rack of lamb Then bring that stack back to daddy while I whip a yam [Outro:] I got this I got this I got this My nigga chill out! I got this I got this I got this My nigga chill out! Chill out! Chill out! My nigga chill out! I got this! Chill out! Chill out! My nigga chill out! I got this! Chill out! Wait! Bogota bitch! I'm Bogota rich!