MAG Freestyle

Aye

What this is right here

(**** if it ain't MAG it ain't work fuck ****)

Uh

Hottest young **** doing this shit

I just got off the phone with MAG and went straight to the mic

Tell them boys I'm in my bag I'll do a tape in a night

All the bitches y'all think bad I done played to the right

Shawty tweaking thinking she was finna come stay the night

Can't bring a knife to a fight when **** got chopper's and glockers

30 shots up out that bitch they gone have to doctor the doctor

The illest **** out this bitch I'm getting hotter and hotter

If it's a problem we got 'em

Little bro a slide in a Mazda

I say no Spotem we got 'em

I'm a problem be honest

A murder scene up in the booth the beat ain't know I was behind it

Out my cabeza how I play with words

I'm cold with the phonics

Them **** know where to find us

I keep that heat like Udonis

I keep that heat like Miami

By 25 I see Grammys

At 21 I had bags selling grams of my grannies

I'm 23 and I see **** still staying with they Mamie

You better get up off yo ass and get a bag for yo family

You better get up off yo ass and chase that bag for yo people

I took that handoff and ran that shit back like Ezekiel

Now everybody got this and that to say about TQ

I'm in a different type of zone shooting over yo 3-2

Or 2-3 whichever one it don't matter I beat you

I got a text from the game it read "baby we need you"

Mag threw the alley-oop

I came through and Bron James'd it

Do numbers every time I'm in this bitch like Wilt Chamberlain

Got chains around my neck for all my **** in the chains and

While we on the subject tell them bitches to free the GanG nem

Ever since that money came in

I started peeping **** acting different doing weird shit

Certain shit started changing

Through and through I still remain Him

Never left my brother side

If he say it's fuck 'em then I'm screaming "fuck the other side"

Foolie acting crazy bought a drac he threw a drum inside

Yellow tape this mother fucker mag cause it's a homicide

I'm going crazy in this bitch I can spit it with the best of 'em

But I talk what I live I ain't nothing like the rest of 'em

If it's bout a check best believe we'll check something

On fire in this bitch and I'm a run it till the next summer

Who the hottest out and tell me who you think the next coming

Take a second

Okay that was long enough

Better bring more back up cause just back up isn't strong enough

Better get your hoe she eat the dick up like it's stroganoff

I was so broke I wouldn't laugh mother fucker well the joke is up

Just got a P of Runtz I'm finna go and roll it up

You can't get a front because the plug know you gone smoke it up

Mag ain't nobody cold as us

Hottest **** doing it 900 degrees

Young God in this bitch I bring sun to the trees

If I told you the price on a feature you can double the fee

I been shitting on these **** like I had some government cheese ****