Only (Freestyle)

[Verse] I stick to the script like bubble gum, bitch, call me big league chew Got a big body Benz and some big booty bitches That’s what us niggas in the big leagues do When I pull up at the lights tell your girl she better not look over Or the bitch’ll start droolin’ We could handle it like a couple of gentlemen Or get into some gangsta shit if she start choosin’ Ludacris you can call me Goldie Mackin’ all in my blood, pimpin’ hereditary First place, first class, first serve, first everything All of you other niggas is secondary Nothin’ to it but to do it I get a woman and break it down into pieces She be bowing her head and be down on her knees so much You would think she be talkin’ to Jesus Amen, Hallelujah, good God! Preach! When it come to a verse or a song I’m an animal, matter fact I’m a muthafuckin’ beast And I won’t stop til I get everybody in the industry to bow down And these niggas want beef So I’m tellin’ every rapper that Ludacris bout to chow down I’m a OG in the southern part of America Music bumpin’ up and down all in your stereo You rappers is nothing but shit up in kitty litter Pussy, I’m bout to bury ya Airin’ ya out, carry ya out, carry about your business Get smoked out and roll one OG to another OG, “what’s up OG?” It takes one to know one Ain’t put an album out in a minute Been watching these rappers up in the D-League Plus I’m still spendin’ money off my 1st, 2nd, 3rd 4th, 5th, 6th and 7th CDs Oh, I lost count nigga, just a young playa from the south nigga Every album went gold or platinum So get some certified plaque and wash your mouth nigga, hold up You weak rappers havin’ no luck, you showin’ in and showin’ out And at your shows no one shows up Meanwhile I’m doin’ donuts in a Lambourghini I’m the master, bow down like [?] But call me Leroy, cause I got that glow and you know that Aw, bitin’ ass nigga get a hard ass verse Somebody gon be like sound like Ludacris wrote that