Hot Boys Freestyle #3

[Intro] We running this rap shit Meek Milly, I’m running this rap shit 215 we running this rap shit Philly, ah [Verse 1] I said I’m sitting here chilling in my old school whip Me and old Melly and my old school clique With a 45th of Volv, but some old school shit Light skinned 32, that’s my old school chick Why you hating, the money that I’m making? I’m fly like [?] before he dropped a statement I ain’t fronting, I ain’t faking We ball like the Lakers I’m up early in the morning, going hard for the paper Going hard for the money, like what I wouldn’t do The shit all on these rappers like a fucking number 2 I say I be coming through, Rolex be summer blue Fresher than Will B, my homies be stunting too And I brought the mac with me, and I ain’t talking Charlie Harley, them shells smoke you, Bob Marley Gnarly, I’m cooler than that white boy, surfing If you throw your chick at me Imma catch em