Pronto Freestyle

Yeah
It's about 3: 47 in the morning right now
I'm in the booth gettin' it in
While y'all was under covers (Covers)
Where your blankets warm and snug, hah
Flock Fresco baby
I'm in there like swimwear and
Out there like mouth gear, ya dig?
Yeah

No kiss or huggin'
She don't miss her husband
Lanez that nigga that your bitch is
Yeah we make you pay
Makin' in Jamaican shade
Or in New York shootin' hoops like Flava Flav
Oh ten so low could send a fire soul
Watchin' Shauna paint better
Pictures than Picasso
Gettin' money from lil'
Somethin' to heavyweight
The pack is wit' it
A bag of bitches in every state
See I done came from nothin'
To a heavy slate
See y'all can hate while me and
Freddy laughin' to the bank
You're actin' what you ain't
We know you're fried jawl
Clique full of goons, who do not smile
Techila vodka got me higher
Than your momma's pie
I've been the topic since I came
Out of my momma cryin'
And I'ma get this money
Makin' sure my papas fine
Oh and to end it off, nigga Flocka died