Freakyfriday

BONES in this bitch, uh, skull on my kicks, uh
In this rap game I feel alone in this bitch, uh
Rolling out the zip, wait, diamonds on my bitch, hey
We could Freaky Friday and still never switch place
Go the switchblade, catch 'em when he get home
Body in the street, vibrating like a flip phone
"Blaow" go the big tone, whole team been on

Vest made of Kevlar, body made of pimp Bones
Got 'em on they tippy-toes, drivin' then I hit the road
Last thing he witnessed was my eyes in the night glowing
Waited all my life for it (What? What? What?)
I stay equipped with something deadly
Fuck, I look like tryna fight for it?
You don't really wanna do nothin', fuck a discussion

Ready to go "Pop-pop-pop"
Pussy boy never said nothin', now that boy gushin'
Bitch get down-down-down-down
Down-down-down-down

(Yeah)
(What?)
(SESH)
(Pussy)