Im Shittin by Kill Isa Lyrics
[Pri]
[Verse 1]
Sharp option in the lyrical mind
Invested in that 50 pack xan when i started to grind!
I ain't never going down, cause i be going up
I stay fancy with my clucks, now my shirt always tucked
But I mean what i say and i say what i mean
November 22 total 30 to that phein
Ice and beer in the cooler,nerds or comouters
Buy a bottle later drink up for my shooters!
Im affiliated with this shit yeah im guilty
Hell i stay fresh but my money filthy
And i remember when i flooded Hillcrest
Man these niggas ain't ready i swear we was trapping in the birds nest
Hit a nigga with a bat 42 times, keep hitting that bitch till the noise rhymes
This is primo yeah im pimp pri
And just a reminder nigga fuck all the police
Tell my bitch when she do my pants watch the crease,but then i remember that i hated fleece!
Some things be nice and others ugly
Dont remember you, bitch how u know me?
Ill get on every track, and follow the format
Now money is whats in my forecast
Red carpet swagger
Sharper than a dagger
Counting up the commas, never counting on your comments
Its grand manny keeping it 1000, for all them hoes that stay arousing, whoever browsing
I came up playin ball but nigga u stay bouncing!
Your bars are less ,lets face the facts
Isa runnin shit
Man where yo shit at
And leme c yo hands, and take off the hat
What i meant to say, is where yo bitch at
My nigga osman was sellin dope
Got put away ,sent back or both
Incase u came back, my nigga we be here, waiting in the nawf!
[Isaa]
[Verse 2]
Before the studio man we was selling dope
I was robbing the rich & ate with the poor
& once we was eating, our hunger grew more
I messed with the bull but ain't ever get the horns
Keep me a red flag like im a matador
Used to go around just vandalizing
Up all night till the sun hits the horizon
First day out of jail & saw my aunt, she started crying
I test my luck & still nobody Tryna try me
I'm dying if I'm lying, on my tongue I'm never biting
Fuck the police, I promote all kinds of violence
Don't pull my strings, like a violin
You don't want that
No chrome, I ain't flashy, black gat
Gun semiauto & in the clip it's some hollows
Going hard was the only thing that I know
Sometimes sit & wonder if in gon make it to tomorrow
I try to be patient, till the wait is all over
Don't hold doors for hoes, I talk a lot of shit plus I'm mad vulgar
Where I'm from we was taught to get money one way or another
As long as you're getting it, it don't matter
Everything I do is for me
Cuz I grew up with having nothing, nobody tried to help me
But the ones who look out are the ones you can't forget about
I cause a ruckus when bucking
Leave em laying in a puddle, looks like when Moses made the water turn bloody
Inside & outside I'm ugly
Got stained foam cups cuz my dranks get real muddy
Just cuz you out here don't mean you're thuggin
You don't know what it's like to risk your freedom for money
Or what it's like to be broke & your stomachs just rumbling
Every night I stayed out, I made sure that I came back with something
Shut the fuck up, no excuses, no nothing
[Verse 1]
Sharp option in the lyrical mind
Invested in that 50 pack xan when i started to grind!
I ain't never going down, cause i be going up
I stay fancy with my clucks, now my shirt always tucked
But I mean what i say and i say what i mean
November 22 total 30 to that phein
Ice and beer in the cooler,nerds or comouters
Buy a bottle later drink up for my shooters!
Im affiliated with this shit yeah im guilty
Hell i stay fresh but my money filthy
And i remember when i flooded Hillcrest
Man these niggas ain't ready i swear we was trapping in the birds nest
Hit a nigga with a bat 42 times, keep hitting that bitch till the noise rhymes
This is primo yeah im pimp pri
And just a reminder nigga fuck all the police
Tell my bitch when she do my pants watch the crease,but then i remember that i hated fleece!
Some things be nice and others ugly
Dont remember you, bitch how u know me?
Ill get on every track, and follow the format
Now money is whats in my forecast
Red carpet swagger
Sharper than a dagger
Counting up the commas, never counting on your comments
Its grand manny keeping it 1000, for all them hoes that stay arousing, whoever browsing
I came up playin ball but nigga u stay bouncing!
Your bars are less ,lets face the facts
Isa runnin shit
Man where yo shit at
And leme c yo hands, and take off the hat
What i meant to say, is where yo bitch at
My nigga osman was sellin dope
Got put away ,sent back or both
Incase u came back, my nigga we be here, waiting in the nawf!
[Isaa]
[Verse 2]
Before the studio man we was selling dope
I was robbing the rich & ate with the poor
& once we was eating, our hunger grew more
I messed with the bull but ain't ever get the horns
Keep me a red flag like im a matador
Used to go around just vandalizing
Up all night till the sun hits the horizon
First day out of jail & saw my aunt, she started crying
I test my luck & still nobody Tryna try me
I'm dying if I'm lying, on my tongue I'm never biting
Fuck the police, I promote all kinds of violence
Don't pull my strings, like a violin
You don't want that
No chrome, I ain't flashy, black gat
Gun semiauto & in the clip it's some hollows
Going hard was the only thing that I know
Sometimes sit & wonder if in gon make it to tomorrow
I try to be patient, till the wait is all over
Don't hold doors for hoes, I talk a lot of shit plus I'm mad vulgar
Where I'm from we was taught to get money one way or another
As long as you're getting it, it don't matter
Everything I do is for me
Cuz I grew up with having nothing, nobody tried to help me
But the ones who look out are the ones you can't forget about
I cause a ruckus when bucking
Leave em laying in a puddle, looks like when Moses made the water turn bloody
Inside & outside I'm ugly
Got stained foam cups cuz my dranks get real muddy
Just cuz you out here don't mean you're thuggin
You don't know what it's like to risk your freedom for money
Or what it's like to be broke & your stomachs just rumbling
Every night I stayed out, I made sure that I came back with something
Shut the fuck up, no excuses, no nothing