YNW Fatal – Beatbox (Freestyle) Lyrics

OH YALL KNOW WHAT IT IS..
That nigga there crazy,
He got 15 baby mamas,
8 of em ain't his baby.
You know they gone gossip,
Turn around switch up the topic,
Look around and play crazy.
Its ok....
I know why they mad, cuz all my life I been down bad but managed to make this shit look EASY EASY! Had to go to get me bag.
Project baby, grew up with no cable. No cap that's a fact. He really a problem, young niggas toating revolvers, had to go throw on my rag. Mane,
IM SO THREE THEEE SIXTEEN I got that shit from J Raggs.
You know what it is, at my auntie house popping them pills, choppa up under the stairs. Up in the field, opp come through here, we letting off shots through glass.
Nobody got killed, but a nigga got shot in the ass, we been with the shits For real, he fatal for real.
No I cant make this up. I turnt down a major deal. Young nigga ain't really give no f*ck, if you survived you played the field.
All my life I wanted stripes, like Adidas, paid the price.
Outta mind, outt sight.
F*ck around and lose yo life.
Boy dont f*ck around and get stepped on, all on Nelson with yo vest on, this bitch here shoot through teflon, I'm squeezing til yo head gone.
WE THUGGIN!
Carver Circle, all In public, did we murk him? LETS DISCUSS IT! I hopped out that bucket, dancing with that 30.
(FATAL YOU DIRTY)
Thought he got hit with pump? Shut up you must be working?
All on the ground I shot that bitch straight through the window but somehow he made it through surgery. (HE WENT TOLD)
Had niggas calling my phone,
Next night I was purging, I should've killed him.
My nigga bone begged me not to hit him.
(I DON'T TRUST HIM)
If I catch him down bad, imma flip him.
How you gone go against the grain for them niggas? Fatal!
Project baby.
800.
Trays up til my days up mane.
Free them guys.
300.
Glizzy.
Niggadoo.
Project.
Free Fatal.
Uh huh.
Yeah mane, L's Up mane.
Back street mane.
Yall know what it is,
Long live Bossye.
Forever.