tr3nt! - Reject Freestyle Lyrics

Gotta rack, and I doubled it
Gave her the D and she said she Mclovin it
How you gon cry bout a bitch and she not even yours
They be screaming my name like the government
You betta stay out the way cuz my niggas be choppin shit like a filet
And she told me that she wanna do me the dirty way
If catch body you turnin the other way
Ian got no time
Why the bitch keep lying
But she a 10, so that make her a dime
Imma jus hop in the truck with the troops
And you know they on go they gon blow like a flute
I jus be hearing 'em gossip like bitches
I don't even know if the statements be true
Like you ain't even you, so tell why you flexing
Customize my Smith & Wesson, shoot like Curry cuz we steppin (Stephen)
I'm gon shake that shit
Her name Maddy she got that fatty she gon shake that bitch
She do magic like Houdini I can't trust no trick
But she like that clout wen she be wit me gon head take yo pic
Imma pass that bitch like Wentz
Draft round you first pick, nigga talk down he get put in a ditch
And you begging for bitches you ain't getting shit
And she went on a diet consisting of
Reject freestyle man, simple shit 3-0 feel me, bitch we out
I told you this shit was gon ride bro
Goddamn

Gotta rack, and I doubled it
Gave her the D and she said she Mclovin it
How you gon cry bout a bitch and she not even yours
They be screaming my name like the government
You betta stay out the way cuz my niggas be choppin shit like a filet
And she told me that she wanna do me the dirty way
If catch body you turnin the other way
Ian got no time
Why the bitch keep lying
But she a 10, so that make her a dime
Imma jus hop in the truck with the troops
And you know they on go they gon blow like a flute
I jus be hearing 'em gossip like bitches
I don't even know if the statements be true
Like you ain't even you, so tell why you flexing
Customize my Smith & Wesson, shoot like Curry cuz we steppin (Stephen)
I'm gon shake that shit
Her name Maddy she got that fatty she gon shake that bitch
She do magic like Houdini I can't trust no trick
But she like that clout wen she be wit me gon head take yo pic
Imma pass that bitch like Wentz
Draft round you first pick, nigga talk down he get put in a ditch
And you begging for bitches you ain't getting shit
And she went on a diet consisting of
Reject freestyle man, simple shit 3-0 feel me, bitch we out
I told you this shit was gon ride bro
Goddamn