Cello Mtz - Freestyle (feat. Soto) Lyrics

I'm talking shit making profit call me prophet
Don't just cough it, got the haters talking but they really talking all that moth shit
Gossip Gossip, All that f*ck shit smaller than a f*cking droplet
F*ck the losses, Check deposits, got that cash up in my pocket
Gonna blast off like a rocket, all that shit you niggas talk it
Pop you out just like a socket, This that milly I be rockin
I'm straight mobbin with my goblins
I am Batman, no not robin
Stop that talking
Niggas be some birds with all that f*cking mocking
I'm chillin with my woes like i'm from the 6 (The 6)
I'm flipping musty packs and i'm flipping hella bricks (Hella bricks)
I'm balling on these haters like i'm really on the Knicks (On the knicks)
I'll leave you headless cause a nigga with the shits (With the shits)
From Orlando, no not magic
Bitches barbies, too much plastic
Cutting off like i'm in traffic
Where the real ones? Like a classic
What I do be way to graphic
Niggas dying, That's so tragic
This shits crazy
This shits drastic
Flipping zips just like a jacket
Counting money
Looking Bummy
Niggas Funny
Actin Dummy
It's so Sunny
Shoot yo tummy
Got this gas wrapped like a Mummy
Got the mac and got the Drummy
Niggas sweet just like some Honey
That's so funny
Shoot yo leg, Got you hopping like a bunny
Counting money and I'm counting up all my blessings (All my blessings)
That shit was hard but it really taught your boy a lesson (Taught a lesson)
R.I.P my bro and I know he really in the heavens (In the heavens)
Switching up and you'll really catch this Smith and Wesson

Aye f*ck a bitch, I be deep up in her kidneys
We go crazy, we go blizzy, we be sliding with them glizzys
Say she love me and she miss me?
F*ck a hoe yeah she be doggin all the time yeah she be lying
On the gram these niggas capping with gon bust first
We aint lacking, never lacking, we gon blast it
Got my nigga in the backseat he go dumb yeah he gon clap shit
We be cutting, We be lashing, getting blues yeah we be stacking
Rolling dope this shit so gassy man, this shit so gassy man
Uh I be rolling thru the city with my hoes
Keep a choppa on me, call a nigga Rondo
Throwing all these ones she pick it up from the floor
Baby girl bust it low baby girl aye
She bust it down on the floor
And she suck me real slow
Gave me head at the store
Getting paper getting dough
Shooting rounds hella rounds it be flashing it's a show
Got her calling she want more?
Rolling dope inna boat
We be cruising yeah we float
Michael Jordan, I'm the G.O.A.T
Cooking crack on the stove
Chain so cold I need a coat
Just one night I needa go
What you thinking? You a hoe
Throwing ass I want some more
I'm so up, I'm finna blow (Finna blow)