off the top freestyle

[Gutta]

Multiply papers, getting high like skyscrapers
Ice glaciers flooded five fingers of Nine slingers
Who will ride then die later like DWI capers
Spot rushers who pumpin shots in block busters
Getting hot under, the Tuscan sun so I dump and run
Bustin like I don’t got rubbers, fuckin Cock suckers
Would rather thug for cum, I thug for fun
And survive, smarter, then u self proclaimed Christ martyrs
Keep the change Ill bring the flames too hot for Ice Water
Bustin a few shots beneath your veins so try harder
Sharper then Gulliotines the way I flee between the scene
I remember the days when Rae was screaming cream on the TV screen
U had to keep it mean, my agenda disastrous
Make u surrender ur cabbage, when my nigga behind the trigga
Going to dead ya’s a habit, flowing no pens or a pallet
Just off my head and im out kid