เพลง Tiff Freestyle

作曲 : D'Anthony Carlos

作词 : D'Anthony Carlos

What's up, you *****-ass ******?

It’s your girl ****, I'm here with my *****,

GoldLink, and he's about to, he finna freestyle

Ahahaha b-b-b-baaaa

Let’s get it

Yeah, rappin' to feed all my future children

***y Black rapper who tryna plank on a million

But I won't give a **** 'bout s**t until a billion

And all my ****** 'round me can talk about ridin' spinners

With the windows down,

Blastin' the heat, in the sunroof chillin'

Until that feelin’, I’m never gonna forget my dealings

****** tried to jump us, I never forget the feelin'

A month later got gunned down, they caught him slippin’

Karma's a *****, poor man to rich, I

Two to a four, four to a six, I

Honorable ****** who turned to a snitch, wow

Money on heads and diamonds on wrists, blaow

Top ten baddest, the realest done had him, it's that real

Fake smile, flat chest shawty, but boy, that ass real

*** appeal, shorty a hottie, that s**t is mad still

With sharp heels, that's a bad deal

Poppin’ wheelies got ****** up in the 6

Connected to the border, they let me smuggle my sticks

Flew to Bompton, Cali, and me and Worthy just clicked

I live a life like Michael and keep it purple like Prince

Keep like seven with me, got ****** callin' me Vick

Yo bro, I just wanna say thank you, bro!

I've been waitin', the time is finally here.

We workin'. Shout out my haters,

I made it, *****-ass ******