when i hit blocks wit glocks/flippin money in stocks
niggas hatin then i plot/sendin shots at ya top
got bitches in flocks/tryin in get em to talk
get found/then ya body outlined in chalk
drop my shit /an im runnin the charts
an u already kno how it go em spots
niggas run to the door/so them fiends can cop
either u get locked/ for huggin the block
or ya breathin just stops/once them shells go pop
holo points an they/penatrate wit a shot
game tight, chuck taylor/ so niggas fuck what u thought
dont fuck wit pussy niggas who be thinkin they hot
westcoast yea i rep that im runnin that spot
it was either hiphop/or slagin them rocks
plus i stayed wit i cocked/an never had a jumpshot
so i stayed wit a plot/an learned to be a good shot
n this rap shit/im a savage oct
an i'll spit 20 bars/wit no prior thought
an im a hustlas/what ya tellin the cops
just droppin a freestyle tell me what u guys think