Top Shottas 2K25 Freestyle

Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga

Yeah, fuck nigga, yeah

(430 Deathless, "Who the hell is Carlos?")

Yeah, ay, ay

Pussy nigga, you left that lil' bitch everything

And I left everything in her face

Boy, I don't give no fuck about nann nigga feelings, no way

About how I did they Dame

Nigga, in every situation I'm Jay

I gave a hard knock to ya bae

Reasonably doubt a nigga in they face

Throw up the Roc when I walk away

I don't know nann fuck nigga that can see me

I don't know nann bitch that ain't wanna eat me

I don't know nann one of y'all niggas claim that we friends

Just to get in the section and meet me

Groupie ass lil' nigga

Pick a side then switch and slap the shit out one of you niggas

Fanned out like these bitches

I always knew you was better as an electrician

Nigga, I got these hos going brazy

I'm fucking her face and you gave her a baby

And your jit over here like this lame nigga raised me

Nigga ask your lil' dime if I'm the one you should play with

On my soul, yeah, you niggas be crazy

All my life, y'all fuck niggas hated

Nigga none in this life fair, we was faded

We grew up jumpin' niggas you had to save 'em

Grew up hustlin' nigga I had to have it

Nigga want new shoes, but I want the Wagon

Created my first rack then I caught the habit

It was just me and Breeze, with a brick of weed

In an Oldsmobile wit' an assassin (uh-huh)

Bitch, pop that ass for the captain

Looking like her titties too hard and firm

When the top come off then I'm dashing, uh

Got the Roman Rollie, necklace hockey goalie froze

Give an Oscar-worth performance when that pot get on that stove

I see you niggas lying dormant, now they knocking at my door like

This shit on the floor, nigga

I'm in the Mercedes drop

You look like you not getting paid a lot

I'm dressing like I'm getting paid to shop

You're lucky your grandmama prayed a lot