Quis - Lazy Freestyle Lyrics

Aye yo
Bitch I'm boutta bag
Always been about it too
Bitches hittin my dms
I'm like what you tryna do
N I know she fucked my mans
But that bitch don't got a clue
And I know she got a friend
And that bitch about it too
Imma fuck em n I do that dash
Runnin runnin fatser
Hoes be tryna change they ways
Fessin to the pastor
Way that I be whippin shit you'd think that I'm yo master
Fuck a hoe, n quick to cut her off, ghost Casper
Baggin n flippin the chedda
Im always working no matter the weather
Ou
Got ya bitch all on my sweater
She want a real nigga I do it better
Ou ou, bitch I am better than you
Bumping this shit in the coupe
I got got the sauce yea i got the juice
A nigga from boston, i am the truth
Bitch I am flossing
I do this often
Niggas are salty
See how I move
Bitch I am flossing
I do this often
Niggas are salty
See how I move
I know the real from the fake from a distance
Plotting on Quis yea they hoping n wishing
Choppa gon blast, end his existence
I'm bout a bag so I'm chasing these winnings
When I step in the booth
Niggas know that I lay down shit
Know how I do
Man I ain't gon fuck around bitch
I cannot lose
Youngin chasing for that crown bitch
Can't fuck w you
Niggas heard you on that clown shit
Heard you sneak dissing pillow talkin on ya mans
I don't fuck with all that ra ra ra ra shit you fucking sayin
Don understand, you ain't talking bout them bands, leave the premises
You nemesis, I'm ratatouille all about my cheddar bitch
I'm all about a bankroll
Making hits, like I'm canseco
Got ya bitch she sucking dick that bitch gon do just what I say so
Disrespectful nigga I will fuck ya mom and will not lay low
Fuck her daughter, that's ya sister get her pregnant n i lay low

Aye yo
Bitch I'm boutta bag
Always been about it too
Bitches hittin my dms
I'm like what you tryna do
N I know she fucked my mans
But that bitch don't got a clue
And I know she got a friend
And that bitch about it too
Imma fuck em n I do that dash
Runnin runnin fatser
Hoes be tryna change they ways
Fessin to the pastor
Way that I be whippin shit you'd think that I'm yo master
Fuck a hoe, n quick to cut her off, ghost Casper
Baggin n flippin the chedda
Im always working no matter the weather
Ou
Got ya bitch all on my sweater
She want a real nigga I do it better
Ou ou, bitch I am better than you
Bumping this shit in the coupe
I got got the sauce yea i got the juice
A nigga from boston, i am the truth
Bitch I am flossing
I do this often
Niggas are salty
See how I move
Bitch I am flossing
I do this often
Niggas are salty
See how I move
I know the real from the fake from a distance
Plotting on Quis yea they hoping n wishing
Choppa gon blast, end his existence
I'm bout a bag so I'm chasing these winnings
When I step in the booth
Niggas know that I lay down shit
Know how I do
Man I ain't gon fuck around bitch
I cannot lose
Youngin chasing for that crown bitch
Can't fuck w you
Niggas heard you on that clown shit
Heard you sneak dissing pillow talkin on ya mans
I don't fuck with all that ra ra ra ra shit you fucking sayin
Don understand, you ain't talking bout them bands, leave the premises
You nemesis, I'm ratatouille all about my cheddar bitch
I'm all about a bankroll
Making hits, like I'm canseco
Got ya bitch she sucking dick that bitch gon do just what I say so
Disrespectful nigga I will fuck ya mom and will not lay low
Fuck her daughter, that's ya sister get her pregnant n i lay low