Exclusive 8 Minute Freestyle (Explicit)

Exclusive 8 Minute Freestyle (Explicit) - Lil C/Lil Keke/Z-RO

Most anticipated Texas Mixtape n***a

Young Don you know what I'm sayin

I been gettin money

Lil C keep stackin n***a

One two three four

We Don did it again

Ya know these n***as out here out makin love haha

Check it out

Get off ya n***a go get ya money

If you stand in line long enough

You gon get to the window homie

Ya know I'm sayin

I been gettin it

Keep on stacking platform is going down

Ohh original S U C that is

The M V P n***a

You know what I came in this game

I woke up one mornin

I was thinkin 'bout the grain

Jumped in the drop seats red butter

Turned up the bang and it made the trunk stutter

I riding up the vard

I thinkin 'bout some b***hes

I pass by in it let 'em work on my switches

Now I'm gettin juice pancakes droppin

It's the young Don in the way he stoppin

Never ever stop

I smoke good crop

You know when I hold I come red out the shop

It might be apa it might be brandy

Nine coats of clear I got that wet a*s candy

Comin' out the salt since nine three

D O N the K E K E

N***as know one thing I bring hap

Freestyle king young Don Fat Pat

I did it from the top I did it for the troop

And it's the young Don still rep hoover blue

What's up to them bloods it's a whole nation

Gangsta a*s n***as thug n***as on vacation

Suckas go home my click still strong

I'm comin' down candy red ridin on the bone

Bone insides lookin like tan

Drop the top and swang fours to the sand

Now in the water h**s see a slaughter

It's the young Don still chasin after daughters

Chasin after h**s ridin of fours

Everytime I ride I be on my tiptoes

Ridin through the lane holdin wood grain

N***as know young Don Ke do his thang

I came for the title I came back hard

Sucka a*s n***as had to give me my car

Now they still hidin look at 'em run

I'm chasin after n***as with the what choppa gun

Bustin boys down suckas is a clown

Seven one three I'm the king of the town

I'm still underground I'm still hoover Screw

I'm still comin' hard and I'm still ridin blue

I'm riding cobalt I might be ridin navy

It's the young Don only God can save me

Lord help me please come back

I'm diggin in my pocket and I'm 'bout to spend a stack

I'm still sellin crack I'm still writin raps

It's the young Don keep stars on my caps

Everytime I ride everytime I slide

Suckas start runnin boys start hidin

It's the young Don I'm riding in the car

Freestyle king still a f**kin superstar

I'm still a what king I'm 'bout to live a dream

Everytime I pull out I'm wit a strong team

A team full a goons higher than the moon

So much wood it's lookin like a living room

Inside in the vette it's wet like a pet

Herschelwood Texas still represent my set

I am the king listen to my tongue

H**s start listenin and them h**s get sprung

I be breakin mics I be breakin cards

It's the young Don still tippin boulevard

What about this chevy it's sits so heavy

Ima break the game up if n***as let me

I'm outta H Town what's up Fat Pat

It's the young Don h**s still tryin to chat

I holla at a dime 'cuz it ain't a crime

I'm hollerin at them n***as dressed in white Louis Vuitton

Boys in the PEN stand up strong

It's the young Don on the mic goin long

I can't fall off I represent the south

I spent twenty thousand on my motha f**kin mouth

Now my rocks glow thirty for a show

I break the h*e n***as Don't know

I still go hard I still go what

It's the young Don might be riding trophy truck

Sittin on the buck sittin on the gray

N***as better go home if they tryin to play

I never do it I never stop

It's the young Don might just cut off the top

Let 'em see the inside let 'em see the drop

Comin' down sunshine a n***a Don't pop

I Don't pop trunk I Don't ride belts

I ride old school make sure the pain felt

N***as Don't stop n***as still hatin

It's the young Don might be ridin ice skatin

Ridin on them fours ridin on the spiders

Never pay attention to them broke d*ck riders

Can't see me I can't be stopped

It's the young Don smokin green colored crop

Smokin on the Kush smokin on the purple

N***as talkin down I only f**k with my circle

Only my crew this what I do

What's up Screw you I still love you

It's the young Don I do it for my son

Money by the ton

Drinkin on soda wit the bar in it

You know what I'm talkin 'bout

I'm in the coupe ain't walkin the lot

I'm parkin lot pimpin the lot

F**kin wit these bad a*s b***hes

But I know they after riches not mine

I gotta gun and Ima cock mine

Hatas gimmie fifty drop down

My n***a C Mo and that boy Mike Mo

Down wit Z ro

And that Millzey it's goin down

N***a we representin H Town

We'll lay ya down in this b***h

Don't talk s**t we'll spray ya down in the b***h quick

And all you n***as dead mayne

Cereal bowl holes in heads mayne

Ay thats real talk hold up

R I P to Hawk R I P to Moe

R I P to Chad

I Don't need a pen and pad

I'm actin bad

Hold up I'm on that madden

In the crib one deep and I'm saggin

Blue raggin and flaggin at the same time

Did seventeen murders wit the same nine

Godd*mn n***a I'm just runnin my mouth

But I'm still reppin the south

Yall know what I'm talkin about

Walk in with the pistol hit 'em

Then I walk out

I get my motha f**kin bread n***a

And guess what I got

Ten mo bullets fo yo head n***a

Screwed up click all day long

I'm gon but I can run my block from a payphone

Why

'Cuz I got O G bread

Everytime we hit the parking lot we turn heads like Chad

And the motha f**kin Bun B

I got bread by the hundred

One thousand dollars for the A B N

King of The Ghetto entertainment then

And that G Maab entertainment

Trae I love you mayne

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