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lirik lagu tilly - 9/10 freestyle

a young ni–a back on the road
just got a call from a1
and he say he up one
so my ni–a gone front me a load

i’m finna flip it, then count up my digits
then give it right back to him, that be my bro
and this is not my first lap around the park
i do this sh-t so much, they think that i’m a pro

keep that on the low dawg (low dawg)

as far as 12 know, i’m a rookie
ain’t no way in h-ll them ni–as finna book me
i don’t know who got the plug on the cookie

not finna get me on paper and dropping no names
what the f–k do i look like, tekashi?
i got your baby mama at the crib and
she wax on and wax off like mr. miyagi

tilly got black belts, like it’s karate
i’m f–king a spanish bi–h, calling me papi
y’all ni–as wack, y’all raps is all copied
i promise to god, you ni–as will not stop me

this ain’t overnight, swear i’m just trying to do it right
i’m a run up the stairs like i’m rocky
ain’t no escalator, ain’t no elevator
ain’t no way in h-ll the label finna drop me

why you think i’m finna go independent?
i got the key to life, it’s like my pendant
i got the prayer below, and the cuban above
ain’t no diamonds, but my sh-t be jiggin’

i swear to god, the only reason i live in michigan
is for these mother f–kin’ children
ain’t even mine, i’m talking bout my niece and my nephews
but i’m finna grind so they get it

sh-t could be easier if i up and move back to arizona, or move back to texas
but thank god for social media, that way all my people can see how i wreck sh-t

i got key to life, it’s on my necklace
and i already told you about it
you keep on talking, i’m making one call to my ni–as
they finna come run for your wallet

i mean they kick in the door to your crib
they finna clean out everywhere you live
give me the xbox, give me the television
give me all of your clothes and your kicks

i’m finna sell it, no i’m finna keep it
no i’m finna sell it, sh-t is what it is
i got a couple of homies that need them some clothes
so my ni–as gone get them some ‘fits

aye to be real, i ain’t hit a lick in a long time
i just had to say that sh-t for the one time
have my ni–as air you out like the gun line
brrrah bah bah! like it’s drumline

nick cannon with the stick ni–a
i’m a pull up on your b-tch ni–a
i might whip through your hood
and pull up on your clique ni–a
ask you ni–as what it is ni–a

(hold on, bring it back)

young ni–a straight out the tone
don’t need no pens for my verses
you know how i’m working
i’m spitting this sh-t off the dome

i heard that these ni–as talking
say they wanna off me, you pull up, believe that it’s on

you know i’m a stoner, you ni–as still talking
i smoke you, don’t care if it’s blunt or the bong
my ni–a, i’m gone

tilly, i’m not with the f–kery dawg
i pull up, you know i got metal on me
and it’s shining, gutting you like cutlery dawg

i be the butler, you pull up on me, trying to serve me
you think you can f–k with me dawg??
you think you can f–k with me dawg?!
this ni–a got to be fooling

i use to carry the beam, now i call up my team
cause a young ni–a steady be cooling

i’m on the couch with your bi–h, and my d–k on her lips
man you know that lil shawty be drooling

i ain’t even tripping, you know i like when it’s sloppy
that show me, she know how to do it

shawty say she gone top me at the top of the cl-ss
i guess she real good with medulla

she probably a tutor, how she on the books
shawty say she gone suck me off my looks
shawty say she gone f–k me off my looks
shawty say i’m a vet, no i’m a rook

watch how i dive in your guts, and i’m f–kin’ you up
now you standing naked while you cook
knock at the door, bang it up, what the f–k
oh it’s 12, i go hide my sh-t off in the nooks

man i mean the crannies
i had to hide all the xannys, the mary, the weed, and the c-ke
i got these bi–hes, talking that sh-t at the crib, and she know that finna come choke

say that she trying to get smoked out
say b-tch you don’t know what that smoke about
bi–h you better pay up, if you ain’t paying up
then you better come on, put your throat out

put your throat on the head girl
i’m a put you in the bed girl
beat that pu–y ’til it’s dead girl
beat that pu–y in the red girl

i’m in the green
i be smoking, off the lean
i be willing with my team
i be living out my dream
fu–ing bi–hes on the scene
y’all already know what i mean

i be the coolest ni–a out of texas
the mic, i be wrecking
the ankh on my necklace
got cuban on top of it

know i be k!lling sh-t like i be popovich
know i be pulling up when y’all be popping sh-t
ni–as don’t know how they watching sh-t
y’all be looking like some mother f–kin opps and sh-t

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