"Sh*t On U Freestyle" lyrics
Yo, yo, yo, it's Kino, and Nines in the booth
But I do use a couple lines of the truth
Diggin' 49 on my Tiara streets, and hit them streets
Hold tight to no streetlight movement
Stand the fuck up, Tiara's back in full effect, you're large
It was like the other day I was buying "O"s
Now I go dry cleaners every day. I don't hang clothes
Number one supplier, so I never walk without a stick
'Cause I was in a crossfire, and I ain't talkin' 'bout a whip
Road to the club, make hoes smugglin' straps
I ain't Van Damme, but I've been doubling packs
Last time I flashed out skank to fiend
The way I flip niggas on the strip, she call me "trampoline"
I paint a picture when I spit, I float amazing
My feet tighten me with all this, so I'm chasin'
I'm like no one else, one of a kind, on my grind. If I go pen
Then homies run in my line
But I ain't goin' to the pen
All I do is weigh grade
Give it to my shots, make them spin it like a Beyblade
Niggas see the size of my strap
Realise it's a wrap
No fries with a Mac
125 for a hoe, I've never been a stallio
The only time I call a hoe, is if I finish on my throw
Everywhere I go, bitches always throw the kid
As it come, my team's full of stars, like Real Madrid
As soon as I wake up, I think about gold
Tryin' to re-up ASAP, I ain't linkin' no hoes
Niggas be tryin' to get my clip
So when I leave my yard, I make sure I don't forget my stick
Extra clip
Never knows next to flip
Only my mom knows my true colours
Best not kill for my two brothers
And a few others
But I don't wanna have to murder, man
I'm just on my grind, sellin' weed and what's the plan
My niggas on the block gettin' high, jokin'
That's how you get caught sleepin' with your eyes open
My eyes slippin', big snakes are crawlin' around
But if I pull out my strap, I leave them all on the ground
Blows of fire
Never trust bitches, 'cause hoes are liars
I'm on the road like tyres
I don't want cliques, hustlers, 'cause it's not a dame
When my niggas decode, don't sell a lot of gates
Been piffin' out, so niggas listen to what I say
While the feds tryin' to put me in jail to rot away
Motherfuckin' D, my nigga J, man
But I do use a couple lines of the truth
Diggin' 49 on my Tiara streets, and hit them streets
Hold tight to no streetlight movement
Stand the fuck up, Tiara's back in full effect, you're large
It was like the other day I was buying "O"s
Now I go dry cleaners every day. I don't hang clothes
Number one supplier, so I never walk without a stick
'Cause I was in a crossfire, and I ain't talkin' 'bout a whip
Road to the club, make hoes smugglin' straps
I ain't Van Damme, but I've been doubling packs
Last time I flashed out skank to fiend
The way I flip niggas on the strip, she call me "trampoline"
I paint a picture when I spit, I float amazing
My feet tighten me with all this, so I'm chasin'
I'm like no one else, one of a kind, on my grind. If I go pen
Then homies run in my line
But I ain't goin' to the pen
All I do is weigh grade
Give it to my shots, make them spin it like a Beyblade
Niggas see the size of my strap
Realise it's a wrap
No fries with a Mac
125 for a hoe, I've never been a stallio
The only time I call a hoe, is if I finish on my throw
Everywhere I go, bitches always throw the kid
As it come, my team's full of stars, like Real Madrid
As soon as I wake up, I think about gold
Tryin' to re-up ASAP, I ain't linkin' no hoes
Niggas be tryin' to get my clip
So when I leave my yard, I make sure I don't forget my stick
Extra clip
Never knows next to flip
Only my mom knows my true colours
Best not kill for my two brothers
And a few others
But I don't wanna have to murder, man
I'm just on my grind, sellin' weed and what's the plan
My niggas on the block gettin' high, jokin'
That's how you get caught sleepin' with your eyes open
My eyes slippin', big snakes are crawlin' around
But if I pull out my strap, I leave them all on the ground
Blows of fire
Never trust bitches, 'cause hoes are liars
I'm on the road like tyres
I don't want cliques, hustlers, 'cause it's not a dame
When my niggas decode, don't sell a lot of gates
Been piffin' out, so niggas listen to what I say
While the feds tryin' to put me in jail to rot away
Motherfuckin' D, my nigga J, man
