Fatty Girl Freestyle

Fuckin` with skillz, you gon` meet ya doom<br>Nigga I spit fire that make dragons wanna leave the room<br>I put VA on the map, open the south<br>When I spit, bitches open up they legs or they mouth<br>And ya mans wanna battle, but I aint let him<br>I dont know who can see me, cuz I aint met `em<br>Man these cats aint thugs they fools<br>I take ya bandana, wet it, pop you with it like we did at the pool<br>When I start smakin` niggas they gonna see who rule<br>Cats callin` Tawkus up like "I thought he was cool!"<br>Yall reefer seeds, I`m a block of raw<br>And when I spit the words, they lock the jaw<br>And I plan to win, when I bomb the sound<br>So a if thats ya mans and them, calm `em down<br>I warned you clown, I`m heatin` up in degrees<br>I have you singin` bout fallin` like Alica Keys<br>Man these fuckers and ballers, they scrubs<br>First muh`fucker tried to sneak a slerpie in the club<br>Ya not "supa", we aint close to friends<br>And I throw away dubs like broke the rims<br>You gotta be twins, you look as broke as him<br>When I get in the game, expect a broken rim<br>I`m a shot caller, with no excuse to brawl<br>Got well known rappers wishin` they could shoot ball<br>You at ya mans house, bald with shoes<br>I`m on some rims that go backward when the car dont move<br>Bitch at the light, I thought I stopped her heart<br>She saw the wheels, got scared threw her car in park<br>I`m the type that has BET seein` me as a threat<br>You the type to tuck the coogie down in ya sweats<br>P.diddy run the city, thats his claim to fame?<br>If he moved to VA, he`d change his name<br>I dont like rappers, stay out of my sight<br>If I give you dap, you better use that hand to write<br>Yo the words I spit, could charge ya whip<br>I let yall talk slick, but thats as far`s its gets<br>You aint gotta gun, you aint gon blast the 8<br>You a punk, you got ya hype man ass in ya face<br>Ask around, I`m a basket case<br>I got words that make a nigga in a casket shake<br>What the hell you gonna tell me kid<br>I get ya chick in ya crib, like I was kelly and you was Mr. Biggs<br>Pull off and bust on her back<br>Tell ya ass yo, goto the studio and rap about that<br>Niggas talk how they flow so well<br>But they hooks be garbage, guess what you aint gon` sell<br>I`m east but I`m slightly south<br>Nigga I got Jordans that`ll make mike cus Nike out<br>But when I`m jig, you got to feel me<br>The gators so live the crocodile hunter tried to kill me<br>I told him, "Steavy dont even try it."<br>Slapped him with the pistol and said "be very quiet"<br>I aint got time for yall<br>Two way me with letters dog, cuz i aint got time to call<br>If you drop on my Tuesday, you wont win<br>Put a chip in ya phone, call a million of ya friends<br>Tell `em to cop it again, make sure its in the mall<br>Play Russian rullet until ya manager call<br>Belive me dog, cuz I`m real<br>You built to spit but you aint built to spit with Skillz<br>I`m the best that ever did it cuz<br>I aint gotta get Nate on a hook to give westcoast love<br>I strut through any hood<br>I was fuckin` in Miami, yall was down there duckin` Suge<br>So tell me whats good, what ya life be bout<br>Suge got you shook, fuck you doin` shoutin` him out?<br>You aint down, start slidin` nigga<br>I already gave you pound, STOP DICK RIDIN` NIGGA<br>You a grown man you need to stop it<br>Skillz represent, buy the album when I drop it