Bitches Ain't Shit Freestyle - Gunplay

Bank filled to the brim, spilt on my rims

Windshield to the wind, cup of gin to the chin

Jewels on my limbs, do not attempt

Reach and I teach you, stay at arms-length

Bank filled to the brim, spilt on my rims

Windshield to the wind, cup of gin to the chin

Jewels on my limbs, do not attempt

Reach and I teach you, stay at arms-length

Streets so gray, sky stone gray

«Where the bitches?», let’s see what the iPhone say

Money won’t stop and time won’t stay

Broke muhfuckas say crime don’t pay

I hide no face, still find no trace

A rap since I put that fire on that lace

Hostile since coke in the nostril

Skinny as pasta with a big ol' Mossberg

Maybach machine, all you hear is cha-ching

Never flew what I flown, all you seen was the wing

All black up from the shoes to the ring

Includin' the mink, I am as rude as you think

Back on the turf like I never left the nerf

Feel sorry for my mother, should’ve never had the birth

I never had a gift, damn sure had a curse

Now who next to climb out the back of that hearse?