Nasty Freestyle(Remix)

　　Nasty Freestyle(Remix) - TWayne

　　First let me hop out the muh fuckin' Porsche

　　First let me hop out the muh fuckin' Porsche

　　First let me hop out the muh fuckin' Porsche

　　First let me hop out the muh fuckin' Porsche

　　First let me hop out the muh fuckin' Porsche

　　First let me hop out the muh fuckin' Porsche

　　First let me hop out the muh fuckin' Porsche

　　First let me hop out the muh fuckin' Porsche

　　First let me hop out the muh fuckin' Porsche

　　First let me hop out the muh fuckin' Porsche

　　Her man a bit lit like a muh fuckin' torch

　　And I don't want it if it ain't sittin' like a horse

　　I be ballin' I be ballin' like score

　　I'm sippin' lean and I can feel it in my body

　　I'ma pull up on 'em like I'm Ricky Bobby

　　I swear that I don't want your girl if she ain't cocky

　　I ain't got no kids but she still call me papi

　　I got attitude I got gratitude

　　And like my mixtape I got your girl comin' soon

　　I been throwed off since I came out of the womb

　　My flow ten times hotter than the month of June

　　But you can have it baby I got 'em goin' crazy

　　New paper flow I'm gettin' paper on the daily

　　And a chick got a plaque so I know they hate me

　　But guess what

　　First let me hop out the muh fuckin

　　First let me hop out the muh fuckin' Porsche

　　First let me hop out the muh fuckin' Porsche

　　First let me hop out the muh fuckin' Porsche

　　First let me hop out the muh fuckin' Porsche

　　First let me hop out the muh fuckin' Porsche

　　First let me hop out the muh fuckin' Porsche

　　First let me hop out the muh fuckin' Porsche

　　First let me hop out the muh fuckin' Porsche

　　First let me hop out the all white Turbo

　　My Vans all red like a glass of the Merlot

　　Wax on the joint make the muh fucka burn slow

　　Every day I wake up I get 25 pre-rolls

　　Tinted the windows I bought Forgiattos I feel like the shit

　　Got my seat real low real nigga shit

　　My 911 left your Panamera

　　Your Carrera in my rearview mirror

　　Two hundred bands you can drive one of these

　　Only fuck with gangsters and strippers no Yeez

　　Pull up on your girl bet she gon' hop in

　　I turn up the music got her head bobbin'

　　Holdin' the peace girl this shit is not a lease

　　Dolla $ign a beast hundred K centerpiece

　　Bombay and Hennessy that's all my niggas drink

　　I told her first let me hop out the muh fuckin' Porsche

　　First let me hop out the muh fuckin' Porsche

　　First let me hop out the muh fuckin' Porsche

　　First let me hop out the muh fuckin' Porsche

　　First let me hop out the muh fuckin' Porsche

　　First let me hop out the muh fuckin' Porsche

　　First let me hop out the muh fuckin' Porsche

　　First let me hop out the muh fuckin' Porsche

　　First let me hop out the muh fuckin' Porsche

　　First let me hop out the all-black Pan'

　　Touch down on a nigga just like man

　　Middle finger up to these haters can't stand me

　　Trapper of the year bitch give me a Grammy

　　Look at the flicka da wrist look at the rims on that bitch

　　Just hopped out the Porsche look at the paint on that bitch

　　I'm just drainin' these hoes like a faucet

　　I'm just hangin' these niggas in my closet

　　I'm stackin' up the money like government cheese

　　10 bands on some fresh new Louis

　　Spendin' up the money like it came from overseas

　　Porsche Cayenne I done bought my girl 3

　　She puttin' that ass on me like a horsey

　　Turned around and said Nigga you can't afford me

　　I looked right back at her and I said to her

　　First let me hop out the muh fuckin' Porsche

　　First let me hop out the muh fuckin' Porsche

　　First let me hop out the muh fuckin' Porsche

　　First let me hop out the muh fuckin' Porsche

　　First let me hop out the muh fuckin' Porsche

　　First let me hop out the muh fuckin' Porsche

　　First let me hop out the muh fuckin' Porsche

　　First let me hop out the muh fuckin' Porsche

　　First let me hop out the muh fuckin' Porsche