Stones by K-Slick Lyrics
[Intro]
Brand new book, brand new rhymes
Brand new pussy, brand new thighs
Old whip, ol G bumpin’ classics when I ride
See the crackling in my eyes, sniff the ashes when I rise
Don’t be laughing when we passing get to blasting in your eyes
(Uh)
[Hook]
Hol’ up, hol’ up hol’ up
I’m a real gun loader
Got a pocket full of stones, but what’s your stones to my boulders?
Got lieutenants and got soldiers, gotta tell you that it’s over
Nunez grippin’ on that K that kick back from the shoulder
[Verse 1]
Got a mind like a genius when I flow
Just gotta rhyme to give penis to these hoes
A couple lines she just cleaned it with her nose
So I’m like she want seamen in her throat
K-9 klick for you niggas never heard of the name
Ain't gotta wait for you niggas bout to murder the game
Raise the steaks lil nigga put your burners away, you get hurt if you play
You’ll get murdered for cake
What I tell you lil nigga don’t mess with a shooter
Cocked back Smith and Wesson whiles I’m cleanin’ my Ruger
Got a chrome 32, 9 milli in luger
Got a car waiting for you I ain't talkin’ bout Uber
(Uh)
[Hook]
Hol’ up, hol’ up hol’ up
I’m a real gun loader
Got a pocket full of stones, but what’s your stones to my boulders?
Got lieutenants and got soldiers, gotta tell you that it’s over
Nunez grippin’ on that K that kick back from the shoulder
[Verse 2]
That’s my shooter shotter shooter, we got nuthin to lose bruh
Clutch semi in his lap while I’m puffin the Buddha
Or I’ll catch you in your whip, I got hella maneuvers
Nigga out for the chedda, mozzarella and gouda
See my niggas we don’t play, for the cake we’ll grate your face
Apes with A’s to K’s will spray and break your plate
Then we gon go, back to Etobicoke or Sauga City known as Marilyn Monroe
Catch yo ass lil nigga hope you learnin yo lesson
I just laugh at these niggas who be Instagram flexin
Leave the past in the past and the futures the present
Wet you fast with the blast watch who you be testin
(Uh)
Hook
[Outro]
Yo, I seen this shit when I was abroad
It stuck out to me lil nigga like a fuckin eye sore
Because you know Imma say this by my own accord
The key to the city should of went to Mayor Rob Ford
[Hook]
Hol’ up, hol’ up hol’ up
I’m a real gun loader
Got a pocket full of stones, but what’s your stones to my boulders?
Got lieutenants and got soldiers, gotta tell you that it’s over
Nunez grippin’ on that K that kick back from the shoulder
Hol’ up, hol’ up hol’ up
I’m a real gun loader
Got a pocket full of stones, but what’s your stones to my boulders?
Got lieutenants and got soldiers, gotta tell you that it’s over
Nunez grippin’ on that K that kick back from the shoulder
Brand new book, brand new rhymes
Brand new pussy, brand new thighs
Old whip, ol G bumpin’ classics when I ride
See the crackling in my eyes, sniff the ashes when I rise
Don’t be laughing when we passing get to blasting in your eyes
(Uh)
[Hook]
Hol’ up, hol’ up hol’ up
I’m a real gun loader
Got a pocket full of stones, but what’s your stones to my boulders?
Got lieutenants and got soldiers, gotta tell you that it’s over
Nunez grippin’ on that K that kick back from the shoulder
[Verse 1]
Got a mind like a genius when I flow
Just gotta rhyme to give penis to these hoes
A couple lines she just cleaned it with her nose
So I’m like she want seamen in her throat
K-9 klick for you niggas never heard of the name
Ain't gotta wait for you niggas bout to murder the game
Raise the steaks lil nigga put your burners away, you get hurt if you play
You’ll get murdered for cake
What I tell you lil nigga don’t mess with a shooter
Cocked back Smith and Wesson whiles I’m cleanin’ my Ruger
Got a chrome 32, 9 milli in luger
Got a car waiting for you I ain't talkin’ bout Uber
(Uh)
[Hook]
Hol’ up, hol’ up hol’ up
I’m a real gun loader
Got a pocket full of stones, but what’s your stones to my boulders?
Got lieutenants and got soldiers, gotta tell you that it’s over
Nunez grippin’ on that K that kick back from the shoulder
[Verse 2]
That’s my shooter shotter shooter, we got nuthin to lose bruh
Clutch semi in his lap while I’m puffin the Buddha
Or I’ll catch you in your whip, I got hella maneuvers
Nigga out for the chedda, mozzarella and gouda
See my niggas we don’t play, for the cake we’ll grate your face
Apes with A’s to K’s will spray and break your plate
Then we gon go, back to Etobicoke or Sauga City known as Marilyn Monroe
Catch yo ass lil nigga hope you learnin yo lesson
I just laugh at these niggas who be Instagram flexin
Leave the past in the past and the futures the present
Wet you fast with the blast watch who you be testin
(Uh)
Hook
[Outro]
Yo, I seen this shit when I was abroad
It stuck out to me lil nigga like a fuckin eye sore
Because you know Imma say this by my own accord
The key to the city should of went to Mayor Rob Ford
[Hook]
Hol’ up, hol’ up hol’ up
I’m a real gun loader
Got a pocket full of stones, but what’s your stones to my boulders?
Got lieutenants and got soldiers, gotta tell you that it’s over
Nunez grippin’ on that K that kick back from the shoulder
Hol’ up, hol’ up hol’ up
I’m a real gun loader
Got a pocket full of stones, but what’s your stones to my boulders?
Got lieutenants and got soldiers, gotta tell you that it’s over
Nunez grippin’ on that K that kick back from the shoulder