Trilla Freestyle

Uhhhhh....Yeaaaa (Nellz GC) (verse 1) Racks and Racks of Mitchell and Ness, SnapBack kid dressed to impress, Diamond Supply all on my shit Dolce Gabana up on my wrist Yeaaa, I don't Rock no gold teeth I rock Gold watches, its so sweet But I'm too trill and just so street Hustle hard get no sleep Uhhhh, I'm killing tracks, no remorse Call a bitch of my iPhone, dick in guts I get intercourse! My niggad puffing that dank, got their eyes tight like they Chinese Like Ben Carson, I'll split ya head like they siamese! I'm too tough...who can stand against the man? I got your bitch sending flicks, Of her clit off Instagram! I'm working hard like a business man But still rapping so good nigga Represent for them rejects, go getters and hood niggas! I wish tf you would nigga Try and copy me if you could nigga...I'll Shock your ass with a thousand bolts Death Row on you Suge Niggas! You better pray before you play, Tim Tebow, making stunts will have be a jackass like Steve O I'm too far from a Zero Don't float on no weed smoke Leave you frozen Leonar-De Caprio! (Get it....) Off Titanic that last scene When he was screaming out Rose after iceberg at the crash scene! I'm balling bitch, And 1! Niggas calling me hotsauce Grew up as an underdog, now they label me as a top dog Code name Confetti, that's means they blasting your top off And if she open her legs, i slip in them buns; hotdogs Burn tracks, third degree Killin' every verse for free This is just a sample, wait till Cornell University...