Lil TJay Freestyles on Flex | Freestyle #108

[Verse] I wish my bro was here to see me grind I wish I had a chance to talk to him just one more time Fake niggas takin' over, real niggas hard to find So I keep a nine, we both got it like he dropped a dime It’s rules to these streets niggas must respect Niggas talkin', they be lyin' to you, flexin’, I'm fuckin' vexed I touched down in a new jet I got some diamonds on my body, reason why these niggas upset I got some money I ain't touch yet I got some bitches with a nice lil body I ain't fucked yet I got some bitches in my crib And that's my bad, I was slackin', they should find out where I live 'Cause I’m somebody, nigga’s nobody These niggas, they be talkin' ’bout me, they don't know 'bout me I keep the pole on me, I can't slip, run up on him, he gon’ dip I got the four fifth, we gon' spin right up in that whip We go spinnin' through the third, we gon' spin up on your side Everybody, Smelly drive, call my brothers, they gon' ride We gon' run up in your crib, open up and get inside Niggas talkin' crazy, right up in the kitchen they gon' hide Ain't nobody gon' survive when I pull up with the nine I ain't playin' games, bullets comin' right for your spine Bullets right for your eye, I'm just hopin' that you die I just want to see you dead, we don't need the opps to lie See his momma cry, homicide, bottom line, spittin' off the top Used to serve up on the block, I'm servin' knocks I remember in the kitchen, we was tryin' to whip the pan Niggas talkin' 'bout me, they don't even know 'bout who I am Now niggas upset, I gotta went and get this bag, I ain't up yet I was early mornin' on my grind tryin' to get these dollars These niggas talkin', I ain't never been a fuckin' scholar And I been in school, go to math, go to class, gotta get these bags Niggas they be talkin', you was broke, then we gon' cut your ass Cuttin' class, I was in the hallways and the staircase These niggas, they be talkin', I'ma show you I ain't fairway I'ma shoot you in your face, shit I'm gon' shoot you in your eye I'ma shoot you in your tooth, I'ma shoot in your neck Niggas talkin', I might have to go and shoot you in your vest If you run up on me now then I'ma shoot you up in Flex I ain't playin' games, I ain't sayin' names, I ain't tuckin' chains [?] totin' big things I ain't playin' games, when we ride niggas gon' hide I said niggas gon' hide, hot nine And now spittin' right off the top Remember when I was spittin' right up on the block I said I had to light some candle for my nigga Smelly You run up on me, got some shots right for your belly