ap freestyle by dime!

prod. me

lyrics:
yall just dont know when to stop
dont ask me how much pape im getting, you'll just know i got alot
i dont even gotta try no more, its so easy on the top
its been abt a month, they still waiting on the drop (im not done)
*isai stutters* put that boy up on a shirt
(i wont try again) dont think it'll ever work
put that boy up on a shirt
i advise you keep yo distance (we dont need you getting hurt)
you know that im better than that
said i took your flow well you aint getting it back (getting it back)
you so trash, heard yo song its so cap
(you aint ever walk down)
post up wit that strap (with that strap)
(pockets fat like peter griffin) f&n it got him limping
tryna run away but my choppa got the distance
in my dm bout a song im losing intrest
nigga think im finna put you on (that dont make no sense)
watchin how these niggas move around
(you see how they change)
niggas tryna run like i really dont got range
ever since i came up ngs been so weird
(they be so strange)
got that int, good look but you just fucked up the exchange
so sad, so sad (sad)
hop up off the mic you're so bad
i can tell you wanna be like me yk that
(hope yk that)
i could never clone again i would never go back
yeaa, let em know the truth
they copying js doin what do
i js dont know who you are dont got a clue
all u see up in my pockets bitch they blue
yeaa, let em know the truth
they copying js doin what do
i js dont know who you are dont got a clue
all u see up in my pockets bitch they blue