Freestyle Lyrics - Singles - Black Rob

Hit him up two times 

Three'd be hat trick 

Gave him more shots than the pediatrics 

Came to his house and shot his left hand out 

Left him with more scars than Mr. Def Jam South 

To reach the sky, how far would a star go 

To handle more cigars than a Cuban cargo 

Makin money from everything I spoke in this 

Wrapped by more ice than a broken wrist 

Got ability to make missy a little tipsy 

I'm more P.I.M.P than Mississippi (git it? Uh!) 

I know you like to show off you're bust in gowns 

'cause you go around jugglin guys nuts around 

And we don't gotta wait till you're ass confesses 

'cause you go around showing off you're ass in dresses 

You watchin porn sittin there at you're macintosh 

With you're hand in you're ass like you're jackin off 

And you try goin harder than star wars Anakin 

'cause you practice at you're house with a anus manikin 

got a belt full of steel you can call me santa 

You better keep your eyes peeled like a fuckin banana 

And don't try to shoot me like some dumb retards 

'cause I miss bullets like I'm sendin them e-cards 

Always equipped with the vest so don't aim for the bell-ay 

'cause I dodge bullets like I play for LA 

And I'm invisible 'cause you can't even see me son 

But you're soft as shit I could shoot you with a bb gun 

They call me stretch where I'm from 'cause I'm extended out 

Find your ass in my house and I'll send it out 

I got a custom made gun so the cops link my shot 

So far.. how many mother fuckers do you think I got?