[Lyric] Levels Freestyle Friday16s (King Sinatra)

(G'vinni)
Verse 1:

I got pussy all on my fingers
Call log full Of bad hoes
We get it popping like Pringles
She wet & I fuck that ass in my bathrobe
Got OG all in my section
Get the fuck from me wit That Reggie
She peeping me Cause I'm rapping
It's G'ivnni bitch get beheaded
No versace don't try me my hobby is rapping I don't see nobody like niggas is absent
The weed that I'm hitting Lil B in my system I flex 50 bitches got dam I'm attractive
Wake up to two bitches they don't fuck wit remy I witnessed Them kissing
Attacking my dick nah I'm poking they kidneys, stick then dismiss Them
Dope as the coke that her nose should be sniffing
I'm just rapping And shit
Ride wit a bitch That be trapping And shit
Gorgeous As Fuck wit That mac on her lips
Thugging As Fuck with That mac on her hip
Cloud gang bitch they be gripping That tech
Disrespect set then yo shit will get wet
Gunning for checks so she coming for sex
Never mind that I'm in love with The neck
Kill shit wit That Ill shit, That coke man, her nose in
On some trill shit, wit a trill bitch, she gimme head wit her golds in
Get a dose in of that dope man, I'm the dope man
Going postal like the post man
On my high horse That Trojan
On The clock for Them figures
Claiming That spot You an op you get finished
Plotting to be at the top wit my niggas
I'mma sit back and Sinatra gone kill Them
(King Sinatra)
Verse 2:

Level 1, Level 2, Level 3, Level 4
I'm Dope Like I Got Coke In My Core
I Got Goals That I Gotta Shoot For
That As Soon As I Achieve I'm Getting Paper Galore
My Clip Extended, My Bitches Be Mixed
She Play With My Balls, As Suck On My Dick
My Closet A Dojo, I got Too Much Kicks
I Murder These Beats, And I bury This Shit
The Rap Game Got Levels Boy
I Gift wrap Raps Like Christmas Toy
I am... so about it These Niggas Is Fluke
Money's Sweet As Ice Cream And, I'm Trynna Get A Scoop
I Don't Ever Fix Shit tho, I carry A Tool
But that A mess Of you And Make Scavenger Food
It's Off With they're Heads If They Not On My Team
I Am Giving No Fucks If It's Not About Cream
I'm Back, and I'm Spazzing For Weekly 16s
Murder the Beat and, I'm Leaving The Scene
Witness the monster that's in here the conquer
Play With My Bucks And I Issue you Murder
Load up the 40 While Sipping Bacardi
Then Implement pain all over your body
I'mma Never be the victim in a murder Scene
Cause Everyday and night I'm Outchea Killing Things
I got bullets that uh give your bitch a belly ring
So, Join us Or get murdered By The Murder Team
They Cold Now But They Melt Like Ice cream
Punched Him In The Stomach he Regurgitate his self esteem
To Beat Us you gon'need A Fucking Army
When Them Go Flying Better Hope You Not A Target
I'm Sinatra motherfucker But I Shoot Like Jordan
And Is It Ironic That I Got On Jordans
Fire Red 3's and my Feet still Burning
Mastered The Art And These Bitches Still Learning
And I Don't Give Fucks Like I Cut My Sex Organs
I got skills so my victory is certain