Rich Homie Quan — Tim Westwood Freestyle

[Incomplete] [First instrumental] [Intro] Oooh, shout out to Bryson Tiller You know what I mean You did your thing, bro I'm finna do my thing on it You tell me how you feel [Verse] This what happen when I drink my juice Double cup I'm sippin ya, actavis it getting rough Next time we fuck, have a threesome with them bitches, ya Drop down to my knees every night and say a sinner's pray Lord please save her for me Natural, don't do no make up for me I make it rain in every club, don't guess you got a table for me Cause the most I keep her waiting for me That double cup you know it waiting for me Half a pint I poured up, ha I ain't even tell you let they out sober, ha I had to [?] And I hop out, swear it [?] I’m salter than a magazine No gun that's a closed case Shawty swing my way, whoo Shawty swing my way Shawty swing my way Shawty swing my way Shawty swing my way Shawty swing my way Shawty swing my way Shawty swing my way Niggas act a bitch, niggas they wanna kill me Why kill me, he ain't want to kill Bryson Tiller Haha, [?] with me Ay deal with me, whoever I love the whiteboy Tim with me, yeah Nah for real nigga Know you scared nigga If I say it then I say it nigga Everything I say top of the head nigga If I fuck up, that's how you know this here's a freestyle Told 'em right before way And I hotbox with a throwaway [?] No gun it's a closed case Shawty swing my way Shawty swing my way Shawty swing my way Shawty swing my way Now, that's a real freestyle Some of it was, but you can tell when I started doing it but I think it was hard, but don't ever think it's over Cause I got bars for days, you can ask him Ah, pulled up at my momma house, baby what you talking 'bout? I ain't heard none of that shit, you got goin' on You ain't text me, when you was with that nigga, now you gon text me Cause he been doing wrong, he ain't been calling you, he just been stalking you You want that dick for me I ride that bike and make you walk to you Nah, walk for me, I'm too conceited, bitch Still going I see, kept it going man, we gon' rip it again in Tim Rip it again Nah, for real Ohh, mhh, oh, oh, yeah Yeah, alright, ah This what happen when I lean, I juice These niggas trippin, cuh I owe them nothing boy Every time I'm int the city, boy I turn up with my boys Now they saying fuck me, tell me what they talking 'bout Lord please save 'em for me Before I have to send them nigga to you And if I send up to you lord, please believe me if you hear me Cause I done did a whole lotta sinning And I just want you to forgive me I'm from ATL, you straight, how that look ATL all the way to UK nigga Whoo All my chains on still freestyling VVS all diamond AAD, that's my dog, that's my dog Nah, that's my partner, that's my brother I love him forever, swear to god I put that on boy, for my little boy Everything I say straight off the head nigga I ain't told on nobody you can ask them feds nigga They was at my door three years ago My daddy got shit, nah I fucked up My daddy got shot two years ago He walked up out that hospital, with no limp He ain't trippin', he still fucking bitches Haa, for real, give me another beat [Second instrumental] [Intro] Nah, I want that one Ay I want that one Ay, yeah, Ah [Verse] Thirty on my dick, bitch she might be Forty in my pockets, bitch she might be Do I fuck 'round with that molly, I might do Am I high right now, bitch I might be AD in here, he might be Tim in here, yeah we might be Higher than a motherfucker, higher than a motherfucker Chinchilla on, so you know we flyer than a motherfucker I had to get an army I ain't know that bitch so I dropped her off in that Ferrari Pull back on her, ho no talking I do not like talking, so lil' bitch don't talk to me Money murder, stack the commas up Get the dope fast, they get the dope fast I'm on your backstreet Let the [?] Rollin' down the window, let the head beat Hundred thousand dollar, hundred thousand dollar equal two Zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero Cape on, save a ho and you a hero, hero, hero Yeah, nah for real I see a lot of old school [?] I see a lot of old school [?] If I'm in I can't keep [?] If I'm in but can't [?] I got like, uhm alright, forty thousand invested in cartiers only All the hoes on me, all these bitches want to fuck me All these bitches want to fuck me They didn't want to fuck me when I was ugly Tim Why is that? They didn't want to fuck me when I was down slim Why is that But now I'm up, now these bitches come everywhere I go Free Guwop, free Guwop, that's how it goes He the realest out the 6 [?] put you down, I'ma use my beam One more time, free Guwop Remember that tattoo, yeah that ice cream Nah, for real, you know He don't wear those tight jeans, but I like these lil tight jeans They can fit a whole lot of money in these motherfuckers, nah Say it one more time They can fit a whole lot of money in these motherfuckers, nah Say it one more time They can fit a whole lot of money in these motherfucker One more time They can fit a whole lot of money in 'em Am I, with a hundred nigga bitches, I might be Am I, with a hundred nigga [?] [?] I might be, I might been Forty on me now, bitch she might be Money on me now, bitch I might be I got these commas on me, you know I might be I'm ridin' with lil Tim, lil boy in light jeans That's enough Tim [Third instrumental] I ain't gon' retire, I'm a straight rider And y'all don't want to fuck with me Got some killers that will bust you overseas Scope on it nigga, who gon' fuck with me 2Pac he the greatest, I can't be That's why, I had to get on his beat Just to show him some respect, hey ay ay Show him some respect, hey ay ayyy Pulled up, drop top Pulled up, knock off These not real niggas, nah these not real niggas We call them knock off I put it in her mouth, now she got locked down [?] Okay, you get knocked off, for five bands, from your own partners So that's why, I do not trust yall How can you blame me Nah, these diamonds got me feelin' myself Why do you shame me Why are you mad at me Probably cause I done run that cash up So fast, no man up I'm like man, but that money still addin' up To the ceiling nigga All them broke niggasI know you don't feel me nigga It take wealth to feel this shit I'm talking 'bout Cause I'm on a whole 'nother level You dig that? I ain't talking 'bout a shovel Graveyard section, graveyard in trouble Graveyard bubble, this shit bust ya bubble Chewing on that dick like some bubble gum I ain't never not scared of none None of them niggas, none of them issues I got a whole lot of guns, I bet you scared of these pistols When I pull 'em, I [?] 'em, I get a limp [?] I'm shootin' shots at everything I ain't hittin' no kids, but if them kids get in the way I'm a feel sorry for 'em I might just go ahead to their funerals Drop a hundred thousand on 'em [?] Cause I got no remorse for you, you ain't had no remorse for me When you tried to hide in them trees Now where your ass at, nah I think I'm too talking, I'm talking too much Let me slow it down But I'm from GA that's the south I'm in UK, I'm trying to get some head Tim, set it, set up I don't put it in the mouth Nah for real, nah for real You must be scared nigga, you do not scare me Tim, my favorite clothing line Burberry [?] To me I spend so much I need an endorsement [?] they know me on first name basis Not them, but Louis V, also Cargo That's how many cars I got [?] 12 car [?] 20 car I'm into cars, you had like 14 Now I'm going on 16 Mulsanne will be here, three months Tryna shoot up like morphine Naw, come in here boy like Georgine Naw, okay, Balmain boy, I got Jordan feet And all my shit they come creasin' Cause I'm a old school player Old school layed up with five bitches Two phones, that's why I'm still fucking five bitches What Kevin Gates said, one for the trap One for the ho, one for the scrap, one for you know [?] [Fourth instrumental] [Intro] Yo, listen If I Nah, I'm a catch it right here Yeah, listen, ah [Verse] If I had the girl I hit it from the back I need all my girls to suck it, suck it baby Backseat of that porche Curtain close And we ain't got to speak on it no more as long as them curtains closed Baby just get to the job, put it in your throat Balmain jeans cost me, new foreign You ain't seen these walk on, cause they wet I got 'em my [?], nah, got them from A just to be real, I had to get em alter Altercation they cost more than what these fuckers cost Open mouth on that gator, talkin' no Lacoste Yeah, these niggas bossy, nigga flossin', I been doin' that shit since 16 nigga I ain't even drive no bus nigga Why? I wouldn't even try to cuss around my momma But she ain't know it So I went I needed that car Who you think I took it from? I took it from my momma Nah, I brought it back late with no gas in it That's probably why she whoop my ass in it Pulled up I'm in that scoo And everything I say is true If I [?] the world I would fuck all these bitches Everyday, hey, hey Because I love 'em, love 'em baby, hey Suck it anywhere, don't give a damn Whoo, even if we on Walmart on [?] Don't ask questions baby keep sucking it, sucking it Turn up, turn up some more-ore I'm a hit these bitches and do 'em for chore-chores I don't give a damn, look at the score-ore My team up winnin', hold up, my team up winnin' No smiling because we grinning At y'all, you pussy boys yall can't see me Never, ever, ooh, never eher Have you ever fit ten bands in your what? Have you ever fit ten bands in your Have you ever fit ten bands in your Have you ever fit ten bands in your, wait Ten bands in a motherfucking Louis V motherfucking [?] They ain't get that tho They ain't get that tho And I ain't slammin' 'em I'm a young nigga, fuck these hoes I got stamina They pulled me over, when I was at Canada Had that [?] trippin Talking 'bout, I smell like weed, y'all snitching I knew what it was they hated on me why they went go hate on me I'm black too, I got a rat too But Drake still my nigga though Him and Meek need to solve that shit closed Real brothers they ain't never beefin', it ain't about no money Fuck them hoes, them hoes ain't bringin' no money The only thing that brings money, the product The product comes with the money, you dig? If I [?] the world I'd fuck a thousand bitches everyday But I gotta have them cut em off, but if not I hope everything's straight You better have your STD paper straight when I read 'em Cause I'm a stick it in you raw I'm a stick it in you raw I'm a stick it in you raw And my baby momma [?] Got sixty thousand around my neck So, how can I be co-o-old I ain't do nothin' but fuck these hoes I don't do nothin' but count that dough Ran it up to the [?] [?] I might stutter, stutter But that money At [?], blowin', goin', bake, [?] Hundred thousand, nah That was four years ago, so how much money you think that is now? And that was four years ago? I done ran off some more, some more, some more, some more I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm paid, I'm sprayed She just want to get some dick, I'm just trying to get laid I'm just trying to get some head, then just trying to get paid I'm just trying to stuck that money [?] [?] She was straight when I bought that house on the scene believe me So I pulled up in that house with [?] If I ruled the world you'd have a thousand cars Nah, for real If I ruled the world you'd have a thousand broads Victoria Secret haha