​faustmusic - ​pointers freestyle

{Pre-Chorus}

You do what i want, you do what i say
Fuckin yo bitch, I don’t even play
Breaking her heart, I ruin her day
On her knees, and it ain’t to pray

{Chorus}

Shootin it up, yeah broad day
Fuckin it up, don't even play
Counting it up, racks in my face
Shootin it up, yeah broad day
Fuckin it up, don't even play
Counting it up, racks in my face
Shootin it up, yeah broad day
Fuckin it up, don't even play
Counting it up, racks in my face

{Verse}

I got the shit you could pray for your mama
I got the shit you could play for the hoes
Ii got the shit you do for the money
I got the shit you dont even know
I got the shit you could light off a lighter
I got the shit you could light up for clothes
I got the shit you do for the fame
I got the shit you do for the shows
I got the shit you do for the fame the money the hoes and the shows
I got the shit you do for the plays
I got the shit you do when the plays are low

{Bridge}

Hollup yeah i got that shit
Yeah i got that shit
Fuck you bitch stop talkin shit
Stop talking shit
Hollup why you talk that shit
Why you talk that shit
Fuck you bitch stop talkin shit
Stop talkin shit
Hollup yeah i got that shit
Yeah i got that shit
Fuck you bitch stop talkin shit
Stop talking shit
Hollup why you talk that shit
Why you talk that shit
Fuck you bitch stop talkin shit
Stop talkin shit

{Pre-Chorus}

You do what i want, you do what i say
Fuckin yo bitch, I don’t even play
Breaking her heart, I ruin her day
On her knees, and it ain’t to pray (pray, pray, holdup, pray)