Bill Gates Freestyle. First Material Off TheoRy Mixtape. (Lyrics In Description)

Bill Gates Freestyle. First Material Off TheoRy Mixtape. (Lyrics In Description)
I go hard bitch, do you get the point? If ya don’t, sit back, and roll a fucking joint While I run the beat, until I pull my groin Eating competition like some steak sirloin All about my coins, like a damn pirate Stepping up to me bitch? You should never try it If you don’t like it, you’re probably just biased Cuz I stay flyer than a helicopter pilot Phone on silent, nobody can reach me Smoking on that peace pipe, where’s the fucking tee-pee? Coming from AZ, I got them fake ID’s Hoe, I’m nothing special, but I know where all the weed be Beep, beep, rolling up, knee deep Rep the 928, cuz it’s obvious they need me No need for a receipt, you gone keep me Caveman flow, I’ve been rapping since the BC All about my green, like the center of a kiwi Up in outer space, R2-D2, C-3-P Your girl Facebook creeps me, cuz she wants to meet me Flow so magic, venni venni veechee! No GED, kicked out of high school Defying gravity, I ignore all the flight rules Full time hustler, weed up in my Dockers Cuz I always stay high on them trees, like Kiwalas Give me twenty dollaz, put it in my wallet Rowdy on the beat like a muhfuckin mosh pit Oh my gosh, it’s, TheoRy baby, watch it No holding back when I roll a fat L up of only bomb shit I’m the bomb bitch, Ecstasy, pop it And then I’m rolling, like Otto Rocket I got it, no hold up, I got it I’m at the summit bitch, you could never top it I from the dom zoo, so what you gon do? I am a mongrel, and I will chomp you Varsity rapper, never on the

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