Moonrocks Freestyle E

Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. O-Three. Well, if I ever gave a fuck about a Bitch, I'd always be broke. I never had no motherfucking moon rocks to smoke. It's Baby Lo, you know me, and bitch, you Can't do me. And free my fam, fuck the Police, fuck the police. I have no love for hoes. That's something that I learned in the downs, so How the fuck am I supposed to pay this Ho just to bang this ho? I know the pussy's mine. I'ma fuck a hoe three times, then I'm through With it. It's nothing else to do with it. Pass her to the homie, now you hit it. She ain't nothing but a bitch to me, and Y'all know that bitches ain't shit to me. I gives a fuck. Why don't y'all pay attention? Approach her with that Baby Purp stench like Corrupt. Hoe, you'll never be my only one. O-Three more in love with his gun. You know I come from the slums, off some Molly and tons. OG kush stuck to my thumbs. They used to call me a bum, now look How hard I'ma come. Only begot a son, high-powered Le Plut. Pull up to buy all the drugs, fuck standing By all the thugs. My daughter need me to Hustle, screaming, "Rest in peace, Jack." Got the Bs in my jacket. You only street around ratchets. I got the heat in traffic. Summertime, it get tragic. California still active, but the West full of Actors. Hollywood-ass rappers in Hollywood with the Package. Your homeboy's just madness. We dropped out to start passing, but don't test It. We stunting like this the retarded classes. Try not to reach and we blastin'.