Hiatus by J. Ko (Rapper) Lyrics
These niggas be hating I still can’t stand it
Owl on my hat I got ovo branded
Run up the check ain’t got time for no standing
Stay in the house ass nigga you camping
Used to be lame my perspective expanding
Ain’t nobody
Can’t nobody
Fuck with me
They not about it
Big body she give me sloppy
Say you getting money
I really doubt it
(Verse 1)
Truth be told if I wasn’t rapping I’d prolly be trapping nah I’m just lying
Smart nigga and I just got up in college
Dead presidents and they stay in my pocket
I’m guapo I’m handsome but guap in my wallet
Seem like it’s hard nowadays to stay solid
Now let me go talk my shit
Niggas hating everyday but they ain’t on they shit
Gotta say whatchu mean nigga own that shit
19 in 2 weeks nigga grown ass shit
Neck on titanic nigga cold ass shit
Everything I fucking drop know I wrote that shit
Nigga stay riding dick on sum moped shit
I can go from street nigga to a poet bitch
(Hook)
(Verse 2)
Anyways last verse as I go on
I can go from rapping fast to a slow song
Brudda stay catching licks nigga go long
And it’s almost been a year since I dropped a tape
I might go and take a break but I’ll never break
If you ever switched on me you forever fake
Nigga
And this the last time I’m saying it
Nevermind what’s the point in even saying shit
Gotta play ya cards right on sum Vegas shit
Everytime I drop now it’s a greatest hit
Say you getting money why you even faking it
You don’t know about the struggle gotta grind gotta hustle gotta deal with all the hating shit
And my girl bad she not a basic bitch
They say where the new songs man I’m making it
They say niggas biting flows yea they taking it
They say Jko Folarin Flocco hit the lotto paint my vision like Picasso while I make this shit
Brodie pouring up the purple on sum laker shit
My money counter go brr yo money counterfeit
And I done came a long long ass way my nigga
But Ain’t no telling how far I’m really taking it
Hook
Owl on my hat I got ovo branded
Run up the check ain’t got time for no standing
Stay in the house ass nigga you camping
Used to be lame my perspective expanding
Ain’t nobody
Can’t nobody
Fuck with me
They not about it
Big body she give me sloppy
Say you getting money
I really doubt it
(Verse 1)
Truth be told if I wasn’t rapping I’d prolly be trapping nah I’m just lying
Smart nigga and I just got up in college
Dead presidents and they stay in my pocket
I’m guapo I’m handsome but guap in my wallet
Seem like it’s hard nowadays to stay solid
Now let me go talk my shit
Niggas hating everyday but they ain’t on they shit
Gotta say whatchu mean nigga own that shit
19 in 2 weeks nigga grown ass shit
Neck on titanic nigga cold ass shit
Everything I fucking drop know I wrote that shit
Nigga stay riding dick on sum moped shit
I can go from street nigga to a poet bitch
(Hook)
(Verse 2)
Anyways last verse as I go on
I can go from rapping fast to a slow song
Brudda stay catching licks nigga go long
And it’s almost been a year since I dropped a tape
I might go and take a break but I’ll never break
If you ever switched on me you forever fake
Nigga
And this the last time I’m saying it
Nevermind what’s the point in even saying shit
Gotta play ya cards right on sum Vegas shit
Everytime I drop now it’s a greatest hit
Say you getting money why you even faking it
You don’t know about the struggle gotta grind gotta hustle gotta deal with all the hating shit
And my girl bad she not a basic bitch
They say where the new songs man I’m making it
They say niggas biting flows yea they taking it
They say Jko Folarin Flocco hit the lotto paint my vision like Picasso while I make this shit
Brodie pouring up the purple on sum laker shit
My money counter go brr yo money counterfeit
And I done came a long long ass way my nigga
But Ain’t no telling how far I’m really taking it
Hook