S.T Jah - Fresh out

Ayy, ayy, I got two big shots with a nine, niggas slide down my block, then I'm done for this ride
Me and gang, Rick and Morty, but I'm feelin' with a cot, niggas tryna slide down, I'ma hit him in his eye
Ayy, I'ma add it to these bricks, I'm in this, hit that nigga in his mouth, they had to take him to the dentist
Niggas wanna drop the beef, he ain't dead, so I ain't finished. Gang pullin' up faster than Mexicans tryna handle business

Hit that nigga all in his chest like a sensei, nigga, we is flawed, ayy, yo, and do it broad day
Jaws out while these niggas climb the hill, but they ain't got no pay, boy, my brother's got big smacks, and DJ got the K
If you niggas think he rap better, then you can come my way, if yo shit ash, yo shit ash, and that does not no way
My nigga pay jury for Mexico, you better pay, son, we sendin' 50 shots

If you a duck, you better lay low, to claim you got smacks, lil' bro, you know we take those
DJ up the cab on a nigga, cause he a straight up
I know I say nigga a lot, but I don't give a fuck, if you my opp, and you up at the school, then you better do it
Bars comin' off my head, nigga, this shit really crazy

Niggas wanna beef, but I ain't talkin', so I'm sendin' 80
I don't write lyrics, but this shit really got me movin' lazy
Niggas wanna feature on my song, but they gotta pay me
Rico like El Chapo, he got them Glocks though, I got cheese on me, but this ain't nothin' like El Nacho

You tryna sell me somethin', lil' nigga, but I got those
Smack a bitch with my backhand, she ain't say dude, bro
I'm a lil' nigga Mexican, and kill you for the tacos
He hopped off that Project 12, but I'm from El Pato

I feel you when it come to cash, nigga, yeah, I need it, yeah
I feel like Michael Jackson with his dog, I'm gon' beat it
I done killed a lil' nigga for the fun, I ain't have no reason
But I'm stampin' this shit, so lil' bro, there ain't no leavin'

Hold up, I'm poppin' up the scope, nigga, we ain't gettin' even
Niggas wanna beef, but I ain't talkin', so my chop's leavin'
I'm a young nigga with a back, bro, so I'm gon' keep eatin'
Niggas speakin' down, okay, but man, you gon' be leavin'

Yeah, I feel like real, nigga, not the bird
But the rapper servin' here is all night, that's the certified traveler
I'm goin' to the top, I got a elevator, y'all need a ladder
Lil' bro talkin' shit, but I ain't gon' do nothin', so it don't matter

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Written by:
Cordale Green

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