(feat. Neef)

[Verse1: Freeway]

Yeah uhh uh
Freeway flow still in effect I might end up peallin a clip
Till the bullets still in the clip, clip still in the teck

I might end up stealing you (*##$
Catch a body hide out in the Jets, Jets jersey with hat to match
Smack you (*##$ I'm in the club with Mack Jay and Dame

You cats better stay in your lane or lay in a ditch
Cause I'm ridin and my click feeling the same, till its my time to feel the flames
Imma chill in the blue flame all in the six

With my mind on my money and my money on my brain
Last thing he know all these hoes ain't use to know me now they like the boy
Ill take em to the black door give em the dick

she screaming that she been her before
Its like the five o'clock traffic jam we in the mix
you in the zone with the ROC (*##$

Its the Lockness monster of rap boa constrictor of spitters the Nile river of flows
Be with Hova still roll with my ^!$$%z and by the way all my ^!$$%z move boulders
Like Barney rubble any trouble free muffle the gat

I'm young and black with a chip on my shoulder
Its my first album bout the brothers is back like men in black same city as Will
Freeway know for pulling the gat out all ya stacks haters wanna rap

Put up ya deal haters I line em up shut em down shut up they trap
Go through they act, I one up they back, hit up they will
Other than that I'm killing theses tracks earning these stacks

trying to turn my vocals to a million

[Verse 2: Neef]

Hell ya its Neef Buck
Nuttin change, same ball
Lost a couple, but ain't %#@! I got more

D.U.N.S's wear your damn vestes
P 90 rouge's tear you the $#&@ up
4 pounds hit you the hell down

We next up (we next)
C and Bucky, %#@!'s bout to get ugly
Til' this day, you won't get nuttin' from me

Got? some hot seashells prolly drop you'd tell
Before the cops come we bounce in big $$# excursions
Huggin the road, fallin back

Blowin the spice with the windows cracked
Just another day around the way duckin the law
Got the ozium in the tuck, AC on defrost

Nuttin sweet with Neef, he ain't outta control
Back seat of my Jeep, we swingin episode
SS shotgun, let off 21, who want some

Bust a peggy who got dumb dumbs (pow, pow pow)
$#&@ you think I come from
You betta go get one before its too late

Fifth quake Put you on your damn skates
White sheet, yellow tape,
Caution at ??? all bout some rap

Never bottle stacks
Ya man I'm fed up with you cats
And Bull Bucky's back

First quarter, it's a wrap ye