Bad InFluence Freestyle

[Part I: 21 Gun Salute]
Ayy, no bap, no bap, no, ayy

I just stopped for a pic with a fan with F&N, It was still in my hand
Told me all love, but it's a sayin’
These niggas ain't playin' and for sure it ain’t fair
No question, it'll happen, it's the when or the where
I poke my chest out
Thinkin' what I say before it let out
Bitch played stupid, stuck there now
Wouldn't wanna be him when they seen him, they gon' bail out
Very, very scary like Fredo
Shit a happen same time the mail out
Claps and applause like a sell out
Jesus piece, sixty thou', I'm never goin’ to hell, nah
My bitch goin’ on with shit that she know I don't care ’bout
Probably tryna see what I care about
I was just a boy in the bity, I'm the mayor now
I don't gotta hear till they say it to my face
So I guess I don’t hear now
How you teach a Gemini they place with a pocket full of dead guys?
Marathon never was a race
RIP Nip, yesterday I bought an eighth from a BH
Keep ya eyes open, never be late
Pray to God while you high, but don't forget to give thanks
Rub the wrong niggas wrong, you could end up bein' late
Niggas real life food, and you ain't gotta say your grace
Tune go tune pace, hunnid in the school lane
I'm boolin' in the trench like I'm sellin' Blu-rays
Eighty points in the tennis, could use a Gatorade
I spend cash money, so it's never rainy days
I'm the neighborhood Sonny, Michael Jackson, some days
I'm teflon tune, my boss, front page

Nigga know what's goin' on, ayy
21 Gun Salute
Youngin'
21 Gun Salute
Salute, salute, salute

[Part II: Represent]
West side dope ain't shit, man
I know 'cause I'm from the East Side
The best dope is the East Side dope, you know what I'm sayin'?
Ayy
Yup, yup, yup, yup
I'm drinkin' that boy, I feel like BG them (haha)
Ayy, tell that nigga Cho bring me a blunt in here, don't stop the song though
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy

Ayy, I'm my side crazy, these bitches yellin': Pay me
You niggas pushin' daisies, my bitch want me home
I'm drinkin' that boy, I could never get a cold
You make a lot of noise, it be a nigga, fix your tone
5. 7 baby, it look like James Bond's
Represent the navy, we don't condone snakes, we just say it
A nigga get bit, you on your own
Tryna hide the cup 'cause I'm grown, but I think it set a tone
I could care about a lot, but I don't
It's a difference between a not and a won't
And I'm not gon' crash, but the way these niggas play, it's not a won't
Tell a hater touch grass, tell a bitch get what she want
Russian guns for my brother, French tips on a ho
Get a Rollie for my mother, that ain't even what she want
Love the game like Brady, can't leave for a ho
I been back poppin' Xans, you better leave me alone
Ask the devil for a dance, and I treat her like a ho
I be everywhere you won't, OG said I'm actin' slow
I responded: I ain't actin', I'm just givin' what they want
I been drinkin' that dope, I could never get a cold, like
Ayy, I been drinkin' that boy, I could never get a cold, like

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Neptune got ya bitch, [?] clique up
Ayy, left town, got them stretchers hunnid thousand quicker
Money go up the river
And I'm a [?] like a [?] boy
MLB, Capo
Neptune reloader
Mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm
Mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm

[Part III: Oath]
Yup, yup, yup, yup, yup
Ayy, yeah, what? Ayy

I can't get enough of drinkin' in a drought shit
Slut her on a coach shit and that go for the boss bitches
My lil ski 'nem on that dumb shit, sometimes I fund shit
Fuck the 12s and the judges like Ms love 'nem
Lil' bro throw fours like they Dugg 'nem, I'm still a thug with them
They ain't got my number, but it's love for them, I gave enough to them
New whip like GTA, that Lamb' truck kitted, it look like dub edition
That boy can't eat, he ain't got no hustle in 'em, can't even drug it with 'em
I can't even eat 'cause ain't no drank, know you don't relate, you punk sippin'
Post two-hunnid straight out the bank, but never show the gun with it
She play her part, and I got love for her, don't let me use you (don't let me use you)
I live fast, I know that God really put me here to do music
I tricked a Eve 'cause I'm a snake, a bit forbidden fruit too
How ya brodie killed your brodie, and you introduce 'em?
Imagine you was high as me, this dumb ho tryna seduce you
Bae, I cannot lose you, I was cryin' for help on YouTube
I'm ridin' in this clean-ass car like striker, that's that shit, amuse you
That's the shit you used to, I'm like, ayy
If I was in Tony position, I'd probably sniff it too
Power to the head with love, no one to give it to
If I was in Tony position, I'd probably kill 'em too (I'd probably kill 'em too)

Ayy, yeah, yeah
Yup, just like that
What?
You might as well just mark me on the back outside when I was home goin' on
I'm biased, I was taped outside that time
Mafioso
Stop askin'