Kokamoe Freestyle

歌詞

Leggin' with the clip, we dump it off like V. Radmanović Sorry homie, you know we not friends, it's all for politics Politics, never get to see who really runnin' shit Now you know who runnin' shit, you rappers on punishment Poppa doc niggas they be lyin' on they brother dick Everybody scared of "Lil' Linky", man it's evident Feelin' like 50 way back in '03, aw geez Talkin' 'bout goddamn, they on some other shit 3-0-whop screamin' 4-4 on my Louis shit Poppin' tags, by the Mo', niggas on their dummy shit Uh-uh see I say no, so I don’t know Black and yellow goose with the boots and the jumpsuit We shot a nigga at the go-go last week We don't really care who got shot last week Ridin' up the meter, plug 'ya village bumpin' Migos I'm past shit, you don't want no problems with a G, D.C Peep G, I'm the king of the streets I never had to struggle with the gangs in a beef Always ten toes so it's hard to defeat And trust me nigga, I been lookin' hard for a beat, huh He ain't rap this hard in a long time U-Street, poppin' off, Vita do's and nines Muslim homies always sayin' wallahi to the guys All my life been addicted to the power, ain't gon' lie,yo Ain't no fear, I'm never wellin Put a shell up in yo Ain't no tellin' when we do it, we just shoot and get ya Got a bad thing, her name LaLa Ass wide, with them tatas keep my mouth wide, uh Northside bumpin' "Norf Norf," what a day When I was a baby, I was wildin' for respect You gon' get your head bust fuckin' with the set Fuck around here and talk crazy, you get whacked We ran so many niggas outta here Wonder why young Linky never had a fear Say it once, say it twice, you gon' get a piece Anybody ever ask what happened with the bitch Runnin' from police, they almost had me when I steal Way, way back I almost started sellin' then 'Round the same time bumpin' T.I. vs Tip I ain't know who went harder, made me wanna sell a brick Now we in the game enough, so busy from the bank Niggas look to you like, "Damn dog, look where you came" I don't give a fuck about shit, man yeah, I changed And let your niggas style and I need my fuckin' change DMV nigga, hunnid niggas under ya Leggin', leggin', leggin', third leggin' with my peers Rappin' ass nigga, but I'm quiet when I'm here I'm always plottin' on a bitch, pretend I'm plottin' on my fears We don't need no checks from the boys We just need, respect from "the boys" We don't wanna fall in love by the boys So I just get the lil' reap drillin' with the boys, yeah Oh no, no Oh no, no, no Oh no, no, no Oh no, no, no (Trigger has no heart, baby) (Trigger has no heart, baby) (Trigger has no heart) (Trigger never had no heart, baby) (Trigger has no heart) (Trigger has no heart, baby) (Trigger has no heart) (Trigger never had no heart, baby) (Trigger has no heart) (Trigger has no heart, baby) (Trigger has no heart) (Trigger never had no heart, baby)