Cdot Honcho – Bilbo Freestyle lyrics

[cdot honcho]
Cdot man
Honcho gang shit, bitch you already know wtf goin on
We in this bitch, gang shit
Shout out rondo, shout out bilbo
We in this bitch, honcho man

Aye, run in yo crib wit them lasers
Run out that bitch wit yo paper
Serve everybody I feel like a waiter
I'm ballin I feel like a laker
Borrow yo bitch, after that you can take her
We got dough so we stay wit them bakers
Runnin' yo trap turn that bitch to Jamaica
My bitch look like she straight from Malaysia
Lovin that bitch I'm so through wit that game wit a bitch
I don't want shit to do wit that
My wrist cost a brick I be doin that
You super broke i ain't got shit to do wit that
Gang in this bitch brought them thangs in this bitch
Niggas run up you know foe nem shootin that
My dash hit 250 I'm doin it yo bitch in love wit the hemi I'm screwin that

We them niggas, don't nobody like us
We in balmain but ain't none of us bikers
Foe nem climb on yo roof like a spider
Fuck her two times then that bitch do a hiker
You know we be skraped like them them dikers
Scope on a tec turn that bitch to a sniper
All in his face like a Skyper
Nigga be shittin his pants like a diaper
These bitches know I'm a one nighter
After the sex gotta reach for my lighter
I be fuckin them hundreds up dropping' yo cousin off
She can suck dick so I like her
Bitches know I don't trust these bitches
She stealin' from me I swear imma Ike her
Goin wet that bitch up like a diver
Stupid lil bitch man you should've been wiser

Aye, bitch!

Run it up, give a fuck what it cost me
You ain't talkin bout money you lost me
I be runnin through hundreds so often
AR 15 blew a nigga to Boston
I be flexin my bitch, she be flossin'
Nigga try me you wake up in a coffin
And a hemmy that law? man I lost em
Don't fuck a bitch together we just toss em
Wanna fuck a lil nigga be ballin
Stone cold on a bitch like im Austin
Gang will make a bitch think she lost it
Buy what I want give a fuck what it's costing
Margiela's I swear I be saucin'
These hoes not bright you won't see em too often
Got these from Saks I don't see you too often

Aye!

I run up them racks on a daily
Eversence avenue pick up from Haiti
Pull on yo block a Mercedes
Sprayin' shit down better put up yo baby
Gang in this bitch we be wildin
Coolin' but you know this shit could get violent
That 30 equipped wit a silence
Quiet as mice but them bullets be flyin'