XXL Freshmen 2014 Cypher - Part 2

[Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan] I remember at first everybody was sleeping on me I tried to wake 'em up, but they still went Tempur-Pedic on me My nigga milli is to free the homie How the fuck can I go to jail with all these baby Jesus' on me? Reefer on me, visa on me, 40 on me, money on me Bitches on me, niggas lonely cause I got they ho now Wait a minute, slow now Roll that, four cars deep and switching lanes on 'em Color coded paint on 'em, fuck it, go insane on 'em All white bucket interior look like cocaine, homie Bitches ain't fucking for free if you met 'em at the flame, homie Damon Wayan shame on 'em I ain't lift a weight, but pounds gain on 'em My number still the same, homie, if you want no thing from me You can still get it for the same number Or cheaper because you know a nigga been check Up, bitches are the only thing I'm benchpress [Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign] Girl, bust it open for 'em, real one Take it to the floor like I spilled some Pick it up for me real slow I can tell that you’re a pro Dollar $ign from L.A, this a freestyle Just look at my outfit, I’m the shit I ain’t even rhyme, I don’t give a shit Me and Rich Homie, man, we been the shit Caught my nigga Durk in Chicago My young nigga got all the hoes My nigga Drama up in ATL Everywhere I go you smell that weed smell Taylor Gang Pushaz Ink and you negro Aye, you hear me on the stereo Your bitch see me on that video And I bet she gon’ go [Interlude: Rich Homie Quan] Got a girl, gon’ go I said got a girl, we gon’ go We got a girl, gon’ go [Verse 3: Lil Durk] These niggas is bitches, getting info from bitches Go and tell it to the piggies I'm trying to get riches And stand on that business Free bro niggas stitching my kings, I was over And you lucky one penny, I put two in his lemon This 4-5 lemon, extended clip for his niggas He ain’t shit to his niggas, we don't hesitate From Quan to Ty, opps ain't never safe Roll out the Glocks and we real with the apes Blue jewel on the opps, no clue as he dies ACG free the guys shirt, don’t fuck with the rock I’m on the block, hoping my tape don’t flop And it go gold when it drop I’m not a liar, stuck T in them baggies And we risking indictment trying to get flyer Been to first class ticket and united 300 to Riot Murder, murder, kill kill In a jam I never squeal Label only time I deal I fuck with G’s , B’s, Mos, Kings, Snakes, Fo’s And other niggas of the mill Nigga, you don’t know how hunger feel Treating about a hundred mill on the corner with hundred pills Got the money... Took them 20 years And they still doing 20 years And they ain’t ever seeing 20 years [Outro: Rich Homie Quan] Shoutout to XXL