M.A BITCH (FREESTYLE)

Its M.A bitch
Its Brooklyn bitch
Its Redlyfe bitch
Huh?
I said its Brooklyn bitch
That Crooklyn shit that have you shook and shit
I shoot the lead
Two two in your head, this grip will push your shit
My niggas smashed, drunk off Henny black
High off kush and shit
I took your bitch
She hooked and shit, I got her cooking shit
That rice and chicken
My niggas gripping, better not catch you slipping
Niggas scared, they really scared
They screaming stop the killing
Oh my god, M.A got them bars
I swear that bitch from Mars
Dont care who you are or who in charge
Dont care who involved
Redlyfe famous for having them bangers, call us shooting stars
Pull up on your block, pull out the Glock
Hop out them hoopty cars
We air it out
We clear it out, we shootin near your house
Pussy boy you talking shit
Dont make me put this near your mouth
I'm gutter nigga
Gutter nigga, came from nothing nigga
We already got them guns, it's time to get that butter nigga
Cut a nigga, pistol butt a nigga, then we dump the nigga
Take his bitch but she already saying she don't want the nigga
Savage bitch, not your average bitch
I'm on my magic shit
Making rappers disappear
The rabbit in the hat and shit
Now all you dykes wanna be rappers now
Bitch I been doing this rapping shit
The queen of Brooklyn
The throne I took it, sitting on this cushion
Crown on , with a yellow bone, look like vanilla pudding
Cock it bitch, I need a cocky bitch
Buffy, the body thick
Playing with that punani
She wet, on some tsunami shit
Don't try me bitch, that nine beside me bitch
We on that grimy shit
And we got that work, we carry mollys and them oxys bitch
Nigga you know who my posse is
Well he'll figure it out when that Tommy spit, copy bitch
We take the cash in that Jason mask, on some hockey shit
The noses on them rifles look like hockey sticks, snipe a bitch
They like Ma you gotta chill, please put the gun away
No fuck that, you better run away
Bitch it's Young M.A