Ro Freestyle (Explicit) - Lil C/Z-Ro/Lil Keke
Most anticipated Texas Mixtape n***a
Young Don you know what I'm sayin
I been gettin money
Lil C keep stackin n***a
One two three four
We Don did it again
Ya know these n***as out here out makin love haha
Check it out
Get off ya n***a go get ya money
If you stand in line long enough
You gon get to the window homie
Ya know I'm sayin
I been gettin it
Keep on stacking platform is going down
Ohh original S U C that is
The M V P n***a
You know what I came in this game
I woke up one mornin
I was thinkin 'bout the grain
Jumped in the drop seats red butter
Turned up the bang and it made the trunk stutter
I riding up the vard
I thinkin 'bout some b***hes
I pass by in it let 'em work on my switches
Now I'm gettin juice pancakes droppin
It's the young Don in the way he stoppin
Never ever stop
I smoke good crop
You know when I hold I come red out the shop
It might be apa it might be brandy
Nine coats of clear I got that wet a*s candy
Comin' out the salt since nine three
D O N the K E K E
N***as know one thing I bring hap
Freestyle king young Don Fat Pat
I did it from the top I did it for the troop
And it's the young Don still rep hoover blue
What's up to them bloods it's a whole nation
Gangsta a*s n***as thug n***as on vacation
Suckas go home my click still strong
I'm comin' down candy red ridin on the bone
Bone insides lookin like tan
Drop the top and swang fours to the sand
Now in the water h**s see a slaughter
It's the young Don still chasin after daughters
Chasin after h**s ridin of fours
Everytime I ride I be on my tiptoes
Ridin through the lane holdin wood grain
N***as know young Don Ke do his thang
I came for the title I came back hard
Sucka a*s n***as had to give me my car
Now they still hidin look at 'em run
I'm chasin after n***as with the what choppa gun
Bustin boys down suckas is a clown
Seven one three I'm the king of the town
I'm still underground I'm still hoover Screw
I'm still comin' hard and I'm still ridin blue
I'm riding cobalt I might be ridin navy
It's the young Don only God can save me
Lord help me please come back
I'm diggin in my pocket and I'm 'bout to spend a stack
I'm still sellin crack I'm still writin raps
It's the young Don keep stars on my caps
Everytime I ride everytime I slide
Suckas start runnin boys start hidin
It's the young Don I'm riding in the car
Freestyle king still a f**kin superstar
I'm still a what king I'm 'bout to live a dream
Everytime I pull out I'm wit a strong team
A team full a goons higher than the moon
So much wood it's lookin like a living room
Inside in the vette it's wet like a pet
Herschelwood Texas still represent my set
I am the king listen to my tongue
H**s start listenin and them h**s get sprung
I be breakin mics I be breakin cards
It's the young Don still tippin boulevard
What about this chevy it's sits so heavy
Ima break the game up if n***as let me
I'm outta H Town what's up Fat Pat
It's the young Don h**s still tryin to chat
I holla at a dime 'cuz it ain't a crime
I'm hollerin at them n***as dressed in white Louis Vuitton
Boys in the PEN stand up strong
It's the young Don on the mic goin long
I can't fall off I represent the south
I spent twenty thousand on my motha f**kin mouth
Now my rocks glow thirty for a show
I break the h*e n***as Don't know
I still go hard I still go what
It's the young Don might be riding trophy truck
Sittin on the buck sittin on the gray
N***as better go home if they tryin to play
I never do it I never stop
It's the young Don might just cut off the top
Let 'em see the inside let 'em see the drop
Comin' down sunshine a n***a Don't pop
I Don't pop trunk I Don't ride belts
I ride old school make sure the pain felt
N***as Don't stop n***as still hatin
It's the young Don might be ridin ice skatin
Ridin on them fours ridin on the spiders
Never pay attention to them broke d*ck riders
Can't see me I can't be stopped
It's the young Don smokin green colored crop
Smokin on the Kush smokin on the purple
N***as talkin down I only f**k with my circle
Only my crew this what I do
What's up Screw you I still love you
It's the young Don I do it for my son
Money by the ton
Drinkin on soda wit the bar in it
You know what I'm talkin 'bout
I'm in the coupe ain't walkin the lot
I'm parkin lot pimpin the lot
F**kin wit these bad a*s b***hes
But I know they after riches not mine
I gotta gun and Ima cock mine
Hatas gimmie fifty drop down
My n***a C Mo and that boy Mike Mo
Down wit Z ro
And that Millzey it's goin down
N***a we representin H Town
We'll lay ya down in this b***h
Don't talk s**t we'll spray ya down in the b***h quick
And all you n***as dead mayne
Cereal bowl holes in heads mayne
Ay thats real talk hold up
R I P to Hawk R I P to Moe
R I P to Chad
I Don't need a pen and pad
I'm actin bad
Hold up I'm on that madden
In the crib one deep and I'm saggin
Blue raggin and flaggin at the same time
Did seventeen murders wit the same nine
Godd*mn n***a I'm just runnin my mouth
But I'm still reppin the south
Yall know what I'm talkin about
Walk in with the pistol hit 'em
Then I walk out
I get my motha f**kin bread n***a
And guess what I got
Ten mo bullets fo yo head n***a
Screwed up click all day long
I'm gon but I can run my block from a payphone
Why
'Cuz I got O G bread
Everytime we hit the parking lot we turn heads like Chad
And the motha f**kin Bun B
I got bread by the hundred
One thousand dollars for the A B N
King of The Ghetto entertainment then
And that G Maab entertainment
Trae I love you mayne
Real talk
Most anticipated Texas Mixtape n***a
Young Don you know what I'm sayin
I been gettin money
Lil C keep stackin n***a
One two three four
We Don did it again
Ya know these n***as out here out makin love haha
Check it out
Get off ya n***a go get ya money
If you stand in line long enough
You gon get to the window homie
Ya know I'm sayin
I been gettin it
Keep on stacking platform is going down
Ohh original S U C that is
The M V P n***a
You know what I came in this game
I woke up one mornin
I was thinkin 'bout the grain
Jumped in the drop seats red butter
Turned up the bang and it made the trunk stutter
I riding up the vard
I thinkin 'bout some b***hes
I pass by in it let 'em work on my switches
Now I'm gettin juice pancakes droppin
It's the young Don in the way he stoppin
Never ever stop
I smoke good crop
You know when I hold I come red out the shop
It might be apa it might be brandy
Nine coats of clear I got that wet a*s candy
Comin' out the salt since nine three
D O N the K E K E
N***as know one thing I bring hap
Freestyle king young Don Fat Pat
I did it from the top I did it for the troop
And it's the young Don still rep hoover blue
What's up to them bloods it's a whole nation
Gangsta a*s n***as thug n***as on vacation
Suckas go home my click still strong
I'm comin' down candy red ridin on the bone
Bone insides lookin like tan
Drop the top and swang fours to the sand
Now in the water h**s see a slaughter
It's the young Don still chasin after daughters
Chasin after h**s ridin of fours
Everytime I ride I be on my tiptoes
Ridin through the lane holdin wood grain
N***as know young Don Ke do his thang
I came for the title I came back hard
Sucka a*s n***as had to give me my car
Now they still hidin look at 'em run
I'm chasin after n***as with the what choppa gun
Bustin boys down suckas is a clown
Seven one three I'm the king of the town
I'm still underground I'm still hoover Screw
I'm still comin' hard and I'm still ridin blue
I'm riding cobalt I might be ridin navy
It's the young Don only God can save me
Lord help me please come back
I'm diggin in my pocket and I'm 'bout to spend a stack
I'm still sellin crack I'm still writin raps
It's the young Don keep stars on my caps
Everytime I ride everytime I slide
Suckas start runnin boys start hidin
It's the young Don I'm riding in the car
Freestyle king still a f**kin superstar
I'm still a what king I'm 'bout to live a dream
Everytime I pull out I'm wit a strong team
A team full a goons higher than the moon
So much wood it's lookin like a living room
Inside in the vette it's wet like a pet
Herschelwood Texas still represent my set
I am the king listen to my tongue
H**s start listenin and them h**s get sprung
I be breakin mics I be breakin cards
It's the young Don still tippin boulevard
What about this chevy it's sits so heavy
Ima break the game up if n***as let me
I'm outta H Town what's up Fat Pat
It's the young Don h**s still tryin to chat
I holla at a dime 'cuz it ain't a crime
I'm hollerin at them n***as dressed in white Louis Vuitton
Boys in the PEN stand up strong
It's the young Don on the mic goin long
I can't fall off I represent the south
I spent twenty thousand on my motha f**kin mouth
Now my rocks glow thirty for a show
I break the h*e n***as Don't know
I still go hard I still go what
It's the young Don might be riding trophy truck
Sittin on the buck sittin on the gray
N***as better go home if they tryin to play
I never do it I never stop
It's the young Don might just cut off the top
Let 'em see the inside let 'em see the drop
Comin' down sunshine a n***a Don't pop
I Don't pop trunk I Don't ride belts
I ride old school make sure the pain felt
N***as Don't stop n***as still hatin
It's the young Don might be ridin ice skatin
Ridin on them fours ridin on the spiders
Never pay attention to them broke d*ck riders
Can't see me I can't be stopped
It's the young Don smokin green colored crop
Smokin on the Kush smokin on the purple
N***as talkin down I only f**k with my circle
Only my crew this what I do
What's up Screw you I still love you
It's the young Don I do it for my son
Money by the ton
Drinkin on soda wit the bar in it
You know what I'm talkin 'bout
I'm in the coupe ain't walkin the lot
I'm parkin lot pimpin the lot
F**kin wit these bad a*s b***hes
But I know they after riches not mine
I gotta gun and Ima cock mine
Hatas gimmie fifty drop down
My n***a C Mo and that boy Mike Mo
Down wit Z ro
And that Millzey it's goin down
N***a we representin H Town
We'll lay ya down in this b***h
Don't talk s**t we'll spray ya down in the b***h quick
And all you n***as dead mayne
Cereal bowl holes in heads mayne
Ay thats real talk hold up
R I P to Hawk R I P to Moe
R I P to Chad
I Don't need a pen and pad
I'm actin bad
Hold up I'm on that madden
In the crib one deep and I'm saggin
Blue raggin and flaggin at the same time
Did seventeen murders wit the same nine
Godd*mn n***a I'm just runnin my mouth
But I'm still reppin the south
Yall know what I'm talkin about
Walk in with the pistol hit 'em
Then I walk out
I get my motha f**kin bread n***a
And guess what I got
Ten mo bullets fo yo head n***a
Screwed up click all day long
I'm gon but I can run my block from a payphone
Why
'Cuz I got O G bread
Everytime we hit the parking lot we turn heads like Chad
And the motha f**kin Bun B
I got bread by the hundred
One thousand dollars for the A B N
King of The Ghetto entertainment then
And that G Maab entertainment
Trae I love you mayne
Real talk
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