Young M.A — Young M.A Freestyle | LA Leakers Freestyle 055

[Verse 1] Lil' cutie yo with the booty yo Middle finger to your pictures while she do a pose Got the watch bust down, got a few of those 30 Glock for a hater, I got two of those Pop shit, 30 Glock cocked going through your nose Told my bitch 'Take that dress off 'cus you too exposed' Took a lame nigga chick, don't mean to impose Then I told him it ain't what you know, it's who you know It's red life, got that red life bumpin' through the Bose Told my jeweler I don't do it plain, gotta do it froze 24 karats, gotta do it gold Yeah I know I'm hot but gotta do 'em cold Had to switch up, Uber pick your bitch up Funny how when I come around niggas bitch up, uh Cruisin' through the city with the tints up, uh Now I'm paid in full, had to Mitch up I fed niggas then I had to dead niggas I guess lookin' out mislead niggas Now I gotta show 'em what they could've had Mmm it's too bad now you're doing bad 3 chicks, 1 bed, now do the math You could have my old hoes, I don't do the past A hundred on the dash blowin' through the gas And we gettin' money, spendin' money, blowin' through them bags And everything spooky When we pull up, skrrt skrrt, that's spooky 10 bottles, 10 blunts, it's a oovie I just met her but she fuck me like she knew me Mobbin' with my guys, I be mobbin' with the 5 Pull up on a nigga like click, clack, surprise Last night I said I love her, today I said never mind I apologize for them lies, are you fine? But I find taking rappers shine all eyes when I arrive Girl your body is a trophy, got my eyes on the prize Keep the nina in the bed, let it see the sunrise And I keep a knife just in case I gotta cut ties Never really was a fan of havin' best friends See I'm the type to get more money, less friends Life is all about lessons and I learned the lesson To never make less than the next man If I get married Keys will probably be my best man Them niggas ain't your niggas, them just yes men, uh Violate my fam, that's a dead man You see that red goin' wild, word to Redman All I need in this life of sin Is me and my damn self, never needed handouts I would eat some ass out before I put a hand out Real hustlers re-up before they ran out Money isn't everything, yeah I thought that too 'Til I seen a hundred bands then I thought that through I opened up them doors and let my brothers in And the only time we fall is when the summer end When I got them doors open I was runnin' in Rushin' in, comin' for the fuckin' win, runnin' shit Never sucker shit, but your chick in here suckin' shit You got it bad for these hoes on some Usher shit It's red life nigga on some bloodin' shit And you know my niggas on some gutter shit And I'm speakin' from the head and I'm spittin' from the head And you know how we do it [Verse 2] Came from the bottom bitch Got my day 1 niggas and my bottom bitch Six O's in the bing, two commas bitch Got them chopsticks for a hater, Benihana bitch Started cookin' up 'cus they was tryin' to bring my wave down Hit 'em with the fake smile, workin', let the cake pile All my niggas eatin' good, I just put the plates down Damn why you flexin' on em girl? Put them weights down Gave niggas time, now I'm back, gotta wait now Duffle bag full of money, gotta shut the bank down Love me a bad chick thick from the waist down See that's the type of shit that make me want to put her face down, uh Now come and get your face wet, uh And she don't shop at payless And she gotta be a 10, I don't date less Down for the threesome with the same sex 'Cus I'm a freak, you don't eat? I don't speak Gotta have your own candy, I don't trick, I don't treat And I'm all about my chicken, I don't bick, I don't beef My stack's too thick, it don't bend, it don't crease Just copped a new watch, chillin' in the boondocks Probably watchin' Boondocks, two thots, two Glocks Mad 'cus I'm on my feet now like a tube sock But I'm still in the hood, catch me on a few blocks In the club at a few spots, yeah the cool spots Still get the cootie cat wet like a juice box Nothin' changed, still puttin' money in the shoebox Funny how time fly by like a food spot, uh