"SHAKA FREESTYLE" lyrics
(D-Diego) Yeah, yeah
Hard lies, I'm the big bad wolf
I put that on the evil weesh, y'all ain't fuckin' with us
They heard I came in with the gang, bet they keepin' it tucked
They been bookin' for a body, known for keepin' it shut
I'm on some nut shit, Bentley in the party, Mr. Make a Nigga Duck Quick
Boop, bop, bam, who the fuck you even come with?
I don't need a bag for your head, I get it done quick
Sittin' in my cell readin' books and eatin' Sun Chips
I ain't wanna do it, he was cryin' like a bitch
Every time I got it crackin', I had thirty in my clip
I got thirty bad bitches, all they really want is dick
Got a squad full of killers, they be itchin' for the blitz
Baby said I'm the one, I don't got a hard dick, it was cash and a gun
When Uncle Naco got the strip, it ain't never no fun
How could I ever work a job with this shit in my trunk?
And I'm a dope nigga, and for the guap, I'm a fiend
Baby, I don't got a heart, you could fuck on the team
Wonder what this bitch on, steady talkin' 'bout we
And I'll do that one dance after catchin' a beat
It's gettin' messy, opp nigga steady whoopin' y'all ass
I'd rather get it on my own, no one givin' us racks
It ain't no servin' in my hood 'less you payin' a tax
And I can bang it on the terp, did my thing for these tasks, I'm talkin' hot shit
Forties or thirties, I'm tryna get a nigga block flipped
You ain't from the gang if you ain't never seen an opp flip
Other side hoes, I be steady servin' opp dick
I really got a problem, I just burnt another chopstick
Let me breathe on the beat
Ain't gon' lie, bitch, I'm gone after givin' you meat
Money, murder, gang business, no applyin' for team
You gotta go and get a hat before you talkin' to me 'cause I'll step
And everybody with me love suitin', uppin' techs
And everybody with me sent a bullet for the set
I'm everybody K, we ain't givin' out respects
Slide through, seen the opp, you already know the rest (You already know the rest)
Ayy, freeze, anybody blink in this bitch gettin' blitzed
House party full of opps, sockin' niggas and they shit
I'll put your big brother under shock in this bitch
Sixteen with thirty shots, we was kids killin' kids
Anybody blink in this bitch gettin' blitzed
House party full of opps, sockin' niggas and they shit
I'll put your big brother under shock in this bitch
Sixteen with thirty shots, we was kids killin' kids
Hard lies, I'm the big bad wolf
I put that on the evil weesh, y'all ain't fuckin' with us
They heard I came in with the gang, bet they keepin' it tucked
They been bookin' for a body, known for keepin' it shut
I'm on some nut shit, Bentley in the party, Mr. Make a Nigga Duck Quick
Boop, bop, bam, who the fuck you even come with?
I don't need a bag for your head, I get it done quick
Sittin' in my cell readin' books and eatin' Sun Chips
I ain't wanna do it, he was cryin' like a bitch
Every time I got it crackin', I had thirty in my clip
I got thirty bad bitches, all they really want is dick
Got a squad full of killers, they be itchin' for the blitz
Baby said I'm the one, I don't got a hard dick, it was cash and a gun
When Uncle Naco got the strip, it ain't never no fun
How could I ever work a job with this shit in my trunk?
And I'm a dope nigga, and for the guap, I'm a fiend
Baby, I don't got a heart, you could fuck on the team
Wonder what this bitch on, steady talkin' 'bout we
And I'll do that one dance after catchin' a beat
It's gettin' messy, opp nigga steady whoopin' y'all ass
I'd rather get it on my own, no one givin' us racks
It ain't no servin' in my hood 'less you payin' a tax
And I can bang it on the terp, did my thing for these tasks, I'm talkin' hot shit
Forties or thirties, I'm tryna get a nigga block flipped
You ain't from the gang if you ain't never seen an opp flip
Other side hoes, I be steady servin' opp dick
I really got a problem, I just burnt another chopstick
Let me breathe on the beat
Ain't gon' lie, bitch, I'm gone after givin' you meat
Money, murder, gang business, no applyin' for team
You gotta go and get a hat before you talkin' to me 'cause I'll step
And everybody with me love suitin', uppin' techs
And everybody with me sent a bullet for the set
I'm everybody K, we ain't givin' out respects
Slide through, seen the opp, you already know the rest (You already know the rest)
Ayy, freeze, anybody blink in this bitch gettin' blitzed
House party full of opps, sockin' niggas and they shit
I'll put your big brother under shock in this bitch
Sixteen with thirty shots, we was kids killin' kids
Anybody blink in this bitch gettin' blitzed
House party full of opps, sockin' niggas and they shit
I'll put your big brother under shock in this bitch
Sixteen with thirty shots, we was kids killin' kids
Writer(s): Spencer Jordan Anderson, Diego Javier Avendano, Peysoh
