"Kendrick Lamar – Who Shot Ya (Freestyle)"
"Kendrick Lamar – Who Shot Ya (Freestyle) Lyrics"
Ya, ya I’m on it, break it down, roll it
The honey I put on, it got you feeling good, don’t it?
She said I can get it all she cannot control it
If she ain’t got no money younging I don’t even want it
I don’t do halfway, don’t know her whole name
I am in no rush, and know the whole damn
Sold her in cocaine, heater for pot hole
No I don’t picture, but keep a knock in my sock drawer
No I don’t pick it, I got a key for the lock door
Some kush in the red bone, and spot on the top floor
Burner on me cause the good die young as fuck
No half stepping got a compass for the run up
30 for the 3.5, cupid nigga loaded, I’m the fliest thing alive
Brim way down, never let them see me eyes
Real niggas live forever, I ain’t scared to die!
[Hook]
Drive round the hood by my motherfucking self
50 dollar jeans 500 dollar belt
Drive round the hood by my motherfucking self
50 dollar jeans 500 dollar belt
In the club jays on, fuck a hard bottom
Nigga acting Hollywood it’s like the star out him
2 hoes at a common, we all lounging
That’s word of mouth, can’t help but talk bout him
You ain’t nothing but a guppy with the sharks round him
She ain’t nothing but a penny in a water fountain
Pretty face but the ass way meaner than my last girl
Sorry but the grass way greener
City on my shoulders, no back pain
Ace them up like vanem but the crack game
I’ma shoot the 10 to 4, backbelt…
Y’all claim middle man to get slapped up a little more
Try to play me for a sucker, I had to let them know
Where that came from, boy it’s plenty more
Never catch me slipping, I be on my tippy toes, here we go
[Hook] x 2
Drive round the hood by my motherfucking self
50 dollar jeans 500 dollar belt
Drive round the hood by my motherfucking self
50 dollar jeans 500 dollar belt
Riding through the hood by my motherfucking self
Got a 6 shot 38 under my Gucci belt
And my 38 remind me I don’t need nobody else
Got a bitch so hot, she will make a nigga melt
Pick yourself up boy, they say we living in hell well call me hellboy
I spend my nights running from the elroys
Need to go home but I got shit to sell boy
Imperial hoody, imperial hot, how this nigga out
My theory exact, throw your iPhones out,
That’s series the facts
Little mama take notes, she hearing the mac
And everyone that visited my pad know
I go to sleep and wake up with bad hoes
Count money with my eyes closed
Earth, that’s murder she wrote!
[Hook] x 2
Drive round the hood by my motherfucking self
50 dollar jeans 500 dollar belt
Drive round the hood by my motherfucking self
50 dollar jeans 500 dollar belt.
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