Young Misty — THE KILL Freestyle

[Intro] Gang ayy ayy gang gang! Ayy [Verse] The kill of rap, nigga, none of y'all can dance But you niggas better pray down 'fore I put you in a ranch Look at my wrist, it froze look at my chain it's all iced Put a ring on it and name it Mr. Nice You niggas rappin' to fuck, you really be lame What the fuck do you want, you here to copy my fame? Said you have a hit but it's too cringe today Bitch go suck a D I turn yo' M into a K Just like YBN, young nigga have that fuckin' money Just like KKK, young nigga have that fuckin' money I'ma fuck on your bitch, she suckin' on my dick Prolly 'cause she my girl, nigga, I'ma pull the trig' You fuck niggas know that I can fight But y'all don't care, 'cause you be hatin' all night I rap freestyle, you niggas think rap is insult You fuck niggas sayin' "oh shit, they got a ins law" And that's Young's thing!