A Song For Buffy (Freestyle)

[Hook] Now you got a body But what I love most is how you put Put your lips on top of me You gots to be the baddest bitch I've ever seen in my life Wait! Your girl look better than you You know what that means, I'm done with you Bye! [Verse 1] Imma go hard, so fucking hard till I break the blood vessel out my motherfucking arm Whip the wood grain, whip the wood grain till I break the blood vessel out my motherfucking palm Break the blood vessel out their motherfucking eye everytime I ride by and they're looking at the charm I laugh at em like that, with my seat laid all the, all the way to the back And the heat lay right, right, right under that Clap, clap, brr, brr, that's the sound of my gat That's the sound of a 100 round drum, like a marching band, I'm a stand up guy I'mma pump my fist, I'mma wave my hand until I get the attention of the president, pussy Presedential suite, laying in, laying in nothing but money With a dove skin bitch laying on the side of me Reminds me of Buffy, please remind me to fuck her after this freestyle 100 carat, nigga I'm the golden child Full metal jacket, shit, going pow, pow Blow your brains out, let it hang out, let the neighbors talk about it, then skip trial Wow, I'm amazed by how you niggas talk about you're married to the game, ain't took a vow I'll fuck em up, cut em up, shoot em in the foot, or just gun butt em up Now, I'm on some other shit, we ain't on the same page You ain't sticking to the script Let a 100 round clip stick to your lip like Carmex Shoot up your whip, fuck your tire, leave your car flat Blood or crip, I don't give a fuck bout none of that All of y'all can get it, homeboy, it's more than rap Training Day, I teach you niggas how to rap I rap like I got angels on my back God given, I never walk in the booth without the Holy Spirit I don't write it Off the top like a psychic I kick, lyrics like Jet Li Which produce money to put your boy on the beach Shit, sand in my feet Tell me what the fuck you know bout me [Hook]