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chris sails - media freestyle lyrics

[verse]
they praying on my downfall ’cause i’m popping
i can get any b-tch i want, i got options
i don’t trust a soul, n-ggas be on that opp sh-t
run up on me wrong, n-gga get hit with that chopstick
see some twins, i want both of y’all, i don’t gotta choose
gucci on my belt n-gga, spikes in my shoes
these balmains b-tch, these are not trues
i remember you ain’t wanna f-ck with me in school
now i done came up, b-tch i’m the man
if you coming over, make sure you bring your friends
’cause the gang tryna get it in, white girl off them xans
d-mn if that’s your b-tch then why she calling me again?
i don’t care about your lames, i don’t need no f-cking friends
i just need the gang, pray to god we don’t change
n-gga think it’s fun and games ’til he lose his brains
h-ll nah you can’t hang with the gang, you a lame
’cause where your -ss was at when i was beggin’ for some change?
b-tch i was homeless, yeah i had to do my thing
came up out detroit but i still stayed the same
hating -ss hoes always speaking on my name
keep my name out your mouth, you just tryna get clout
if you suck it real good i might have to shout you out
i ain’t tryna hear excuses, i done turned ruthless
after we get done f-cking, hurry up and call your uber
i ain’t worried about no b-tch, i’m too focused on that bag
have you ever seen five hundred thousand in cash?
they say i fell off, i just take that sh-t and laugh
only thing fell off was my love, not the bag
smoke so many trees, i look asian
b-tch you too basic, don’t touch me, you dusty
you might get a pic if you lucky, your boyfriend look musty, b-tch

[outro]
f-ck you hatin’ -ss n-ggas
all you wanna be rapping -ss n-ggas
lame -ss n-ggas tryna get clout, f-ck you n-ggas
keep my f-cking name out your mouth
lil bitty b-tches

- chris sails lyrics

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