Shoota - ROOKIE SEASON FREESTYLE (feat. Yeahthismoh)

Aye
(Kick up on that beat, Moh!)
Bitch we cutthroat, like we got Corona, these niggas don't even come close
This shit ain't for show cause my niggas tear up the front row
I ain't call no Uber for shordy, she gotta bus home
I don't want no witness he a victim to the gunsmoke
Work at night and we be grinding till the sun show
I'm with my amigos ain't no Quavo I'm the huncho
You the elephant in the room nigga Dumbo
I came with the bands so you can't play me like a trumbone
No disguise nigga
Weight on me but I ain't tryna exercise nigga
We got them boys doing laps, synchronized swimmer
I pray to god I don't end up a homicide victim
Look, they ain't with it, they won't do it like some homework, ay
Off the gas nigga I ain't doing no percs, ay
5K on his head now he Smokepurpp, ay
Fuck a fashion brand, he can get his own shirt, ay
Riding with a mask nigga, forget the virus
If real niggas immortal my niggas never dying
NoCap like I'm Rylo that mean I'm never lying
Shoota beat up the track just like domestic violence
Broski dodging fed sentences
Huh, I'm in love with dead presidents
We be stepping 'bout some pride this ain't no parade
Like Steve Kerr, keep some shooters, this ain't Golden State, bitch
Give a nigga stitches like a sewing kit
You tryna be a hero but they don't exist
Jumping on the beat like a pogostick
Bitch, you know the niggas I be rolling with
We don't fuck with fakes you niggas banging on the net
That boy a undercover he be hanging with the feds
Tennis bracelet for my shordy like the US Open
I'm a survivor of this shit ain't no Kelly Rowland, yeah
You know about us even blind niggas can tell we rolling, yeah
Moh murdered the beat
One take, bring the yellow tape

Written by:
Jeffrey Cote

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