ambient song freestyle*

 

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Huh, huh, huh-uh

Huh-huh, huh, ayy

 

And my, ayy, and my

And my dad don't fuck with rich folks

When I pulled out twenty fucking bands, I know it hurt him like a bitch, huh

He just gotta accept that his son been getting rich, oh

New crib in the sticks, oh

It look like the hills though (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

She act like a lady, but I treat her like a bitch though (Huh, haha)

(Feel like I probably shouldn't say that, um)

Ayy, ayy, hm

And I, and I, huh, and I

And I probably shouldn't say that

Suppose that it's just payback—