Bluddy Katon (Freestyle)

Bluddy Katon (Freestyle)
Turn it up a little, a little more
That's good
Cocaine
Bands on my neck, hunnid bands on my neck
Pull up on a young bitch with the muthafuckin' Tec
I got bands on my neck, hunnid bands on my neck
Pull up in a nigga's city with the Tec to his chest
Young ni*** comin' through with the bands
I got hunnids on me, homie, I got hunnid fuckin' bands
Pull up on a ni***, bitch I look like Charlie Brown
Coolest young ni***, rollin' through a ni*** town

Hunnids on my dick, hunnids on my neck
See a pu*** ni***, gets drummin' with a Tec
Pull up on yo ma's, drop a bomb on her pu***
Young ni***, I don't like relations
F*** that lovin' with your bullshit
With the clip, with the shits, I'm off the shits
Take your bitch I'm with the shit
Ride around with a full ass clip
Pull up on a ni***, then I shoot a ni***
Pussy ni*** in a baseball bat, throw'd up a ni*** --
(*Laughing* ay, ay)
Blood on my katana, I'm comin' for yo mama
Slit her fuckin' throat, I ain't with the fuckin' drama
Blood between my nails, never fuckin' go to Yale
But I likely go to jail, just for readin' fuckin' brail
Niggas don't ever prosper, niggas don't never change
Niggas can't pull up in a nice fuckin' Range
Drama on my mind, hunnid commas on my mind
Dirty bitch, all she want is a ni*** time
Blood on my katana, I'm comin' for yo mama
'Live from the grave, pu*** ni*** count commas
'Live for my niggas, all my niggas countin' mamas
My humble mama see the bitch she with the drama
Take it to the grave, bury her a day
All my niggas with it like a muthafuckin' skirmish
I was ridin' through the hood with the hoodie, uh
Ion look like Trayvon, bust like-