Cassidy - F*ck You Freestyle Lyrics

[Cassidy:]
I turn your mans n them, into mannequins,
I throw rims on trucks you can stand up in.
It's jems in my Bannon bracelot,
If I wear it to long, I have to get my arm amputated.
Haters, I clap ya up,
Cass'll put your stomach on the ground like bad pushups.
I get mashed up, get a glock n two .40's
N show up to your spot like it's a costume party.
I'm sorry, but I sold more crack than albums,
I red dot your face like acne problems.
N I clap revolvers the shelves don't fall,
I got bulletproof vests that velcro off.
You ain't sell no raw, I actually did,
I got shit on lock 'ock I need a laxitive.
Ladies, show my how nasty you is,
Cus after this we goin' back to Cassidy crib.
What 'chu want? I get this muf*cka cruck, Get up,
We gettin' drunk n the muf*ckin blunts lit up.
But don't front n let a muf*cka pump shit up,
You'll get slumped when this muf*ckin pump lift up.