Yeroc - Jealousy Freestyle Lyrics

These bitches be mad cause a young nigga up
Fuck with a condom i tear her shit up
Please do not diss me you testing your luck
Wont fly that bitch home tell that bitch that she stuck
Niggas just love snitching to my bitches
I know that shit plural lil nigga i meant it
My main bitch is steady going through my phone
My side bitch is sending me pictures in thongs
That shit is so tempting to try not to fuck
The feds on my line so dont call me the plug
I feel like I'm Giannis i play for the Bucks
My bitch is so bad just bought her some uggs

Every single bitch wanna be my main hoe
The plug hit my phone and he bringing the load
We stacking that money from ceiling to floor

Man i just hate working 8 to 4
Got like 7 warrants for running the tolls
Never gon pay that shit they gotta catch me
They rooting for me like go big lexi
We steady winning we catching them plays like we witten
My white bitch she ask for a kitty
My other bitch all on my phone she cooking that chicken i pull up and lick on her titty
My other other bitch hit my phone she mad cause young nigga aint gave her 50
These bitches they jealous
Smoking on green like its relish
Yeah she bend over im all in her pelvis
My main bitch have threesomes she used to be selfish
Got all these white hoes they love me like Elvis
If im on a song that shit is embellished
If theres a price you know i can sell it
Yeah im just vibing nigga fuck a written
Lifes what you make it the times steady ticking
Yeah we just kicking shit like liu kaine
Walk in the function we aim at your brain

All of my bitches they wanting my niggas they wanting my bitches they loving my hoes
All of my bitches they wont be my bitch
Fuck on that bitch and i count up my rolls

Serving that pound
Dont hit my phone if you buying them grams
We got them ounces lil nigga thats low
White bitch pull up she snorting the snow

These niggas pussy they wanting my name
Yeroc you know that i ball outta range
All of these pussies they pussy they plotting they plotting
You know that they look at my chain

Ooo i shoot my shot i wont miss
Bring out that choppa that choppa gon split
I light her i burn her just like she a Bic
I fuck that bitch outside i think she like it

Hold up wait i think she want kids
Like autumn she leave i tell that bitch dip
Just like tobacco im all on her lip
If she aint fucking she leaving my crib