Tyga — Tyga Freestyle | L.A. Leakers Freestyle 073

[Verse] Nigga, call me a G.O.A.T., don't call it a comeback Seven million records, nine months, where Soulja at? I could make the same song, bitches still play that Run around saying that you made me, why you say that? And I make them bitches flock to me like A.S.A.P And I had to Amber Rose the top of the Maybach AE, why they hate that? Where the Bay at? Time is money, can’t let a broke bitch waste that In L.A., them niggas be famous for a day I don't chase clout, I just pull in Chase Bank I got taste kush indica, the shit so stank A nigga sent me a song, thought that shit was a prank And I mean it in a bad way And your bitch hit me up every Saturday And I'm busy with your friend, try another day, uh I start my own wave then I ride the wave Baby don’t be sassy, nothin' don't pass me Diamond cross, baptist, pray to me, marry me A non-superficial thing, can't wait 'til we meet Hunnid large for the verse, I done did three this week Hot nigga, so close but he still out of reach I pray the Lord my soul to keep, uh Do what thou wilt, what you think? Platinum first day, the album on creep [Outro] Motherfucker Said the album on creep Yeah, LA leak, let that flow sink Yeah, let that beat breath Goddamn Thotiana do it on her knees, yeah