Limitless by TJSOUND Lyrics
ShootersShoot it’s Tjsound
All these haters sayin’ I won’t make it
I ain’t tryna make it
Bitch I’m finna take it
I can never fake it
Cookin' bars I can bake
Boutta wake up
I can wake and bake
3.5 blunt to the face
I finna win the race
You can’t touch my pace
Shoes got no lace
Lockin’ up like Nike Mag
Gotta go and get the bag
Movin’ up I never lag
This ain’t a server bitch
But I’ma serve your bitch
Haters takin’ shots like Jane and Finch
My flow brazy you can feel the pinch
I’m so close now
Clenchin’ on by the end
Never been into the pen
But when it comes to the bars
I take the pen to the paper
Cause i’m chasin’ for the paper
And I can’t do it later
Gotta be a leader
Progression with my flow
Gotta make it cleaner
Do the dash in a beemer
Jumpin’ up against the competition
Call me Cesar
Y’all a boutta catch a body
This shit get no easier
Tryna ride the beat like i’m Pierre
Dressin to the 9’s
Like this shit fuckin’ rare
I cannot be on my own
I gotta do it with the crew
Always feelin’ smooth up in booth the yeah
Fuckin’ this shit up
And we movin’ like wasup
Yeah I do it till I’m out
And I do it for the mothafuckin clout
Yeah we movin’ your shit out
I ain’t got no place for trout
Yeah I’m rollin’ up the loud
We can see the count
Bless it up yeah
Bless it
Bless it
Bless it
Bless it
Bless it up
Lets get turnt
Yeah lets throw it up
Yeah we movin’ up
East coast boutta get the works
To the sound of my voice
Yeah your girl wanna twerk
Yeah let her work, ou
Bitches yellin’ ou
Like we bumpin’ Yung M.A
Get the fuck
Out my way
This is my day
My day, my day
I cannot be on my own
I gotta do it with the crew
Always feelin’ smooth up in the booth yeah
Fuckin’ this shit up
And we movin’ like wasup
Yeah I do it till I’m out
And I do it for the mothafuckin clout
Yeah I do it for the clout
All you bitches do is doubt
And I’m big up in the South
I ain’t fuckin’ with no route
I do the dash in and out
When I’m here these bitches pout
Wishin’ they came out yeah
I’m service to the North yeah
I’m feelin’ that shit
And I do it with no doubt
Pullin’ up to Mod club
Turn it to a clinic
Everybody movin’ in it
We can’t do without it
And I’m up and in it
Man to this beat
I’m an addict
And I’m killin’ at it
I cannot be on my own
I gotta do it with the crew
Always feelin’ smooth up in the booth yeah
Fuckin’ this shit up
And we movin’ like wasup
Yeah I do it till I’m out
And I do it for the mothafuckin clout
I ain’t got no limit
I gotta keep it double digit
This shit helpful like a widget
Had to sing to fuckin’ bridge it
Pushin’ up strong
I’ma do this long
Gotta hit the bong
My flow hit you like a gong
This shit
What a
Fuckin’ song
Blowin’ up on media
Fuckin’ with the idea
I’m to busy makin heat
Bitch, I can’t see ya
I do it for the stunt
And I ain’t finna be a cunt
We don’t hit it light like a punt
We thump it hard for a blunt
All these bitches do is front
But they want it from the back
Yeah I gotta sack
Full of stacks
Poppin’ open loud packs
Take it to the face
Haters savin’ face
This flow is my taste yeah
I spit it out for days yeah
Better open up a case
Boutta take a mace
To these rapper’s face yeah
I’m feelin’ unstoppable
Can’t do the probable
Never know like Super Bowl
Stackin’ up on Aderrall
Focused on the vision ah
ShootersShoot it’s Tjsound
All these haters sayin’ I won’t make it
I ain’t tryna make it
Bitch I’m finna take it
I can never fake it
Cookin' bars I can bake
Boutta wake up
I can wake and bake
3.5 blunt to the face
I finna win the race
You can’t touch my pace
Shoes got no lace
Lockin’ up like Nike Mag
Gotta go and get the bag
Movin’ up I never lag
This ain’t a server bitch
But I’ma serve your bitch
Haters takin’ shots like Jane and Finch
My flow brazy you can feel the pinch
I’m so close now
Clenchin’ on by the end
Never been into the pen
But when it comes to the bars
I take the pen to the paper
Cause i’m chasin’ for the paper
And I can’t do it later
Gotta be a leader
Progression with my flow
Gotta make it cleaner
Do the dash in a beemer
Jumpin’ up against the competition
Call me Cesar
Y’all a boutta catch a body
This shit get no easier
Tryna ride the beat like i’m Pierre
Dressin to the 9’s
Like this shit fuckin’ rare
I cannot be on my own
I gotta do it with the crew
Always feelin’ smooth up in booth the yeah
Fuckin’ this shit up
And we movin’ like wasup
Yeah I do it till I’m out
And I do it for the mothafuckin clout
Yeah we movin’ your shit out
I ain’t got no place for trout
Yeah I’m rollin’ up the loud
We can see the count
Bless it up yeah
Bless it
Bless it
Bless it
Bless it
Bless it up
Lets get turnt
Yeah lets throw it up
Yeah we movin’ up
East coast boutta get the works
To the sound of my voice
Yeah your girl wanna twerk
Yeah let her work, ou
Bitches yellin’ ou
Like we bumpin’ Yung M.A
Get the fuck
Out my way
This is my day
My day, my day
I cannot be on my own
I gotta do it with the crew
Always feelin’ smooth up in the booth yeah
Fuckin’ this shit up
And we movin’ like wasup
Yeah I do it till I’m out
And I do it for the mothafuckin clout
Yeah I do it for the clout
All you bitches do is doubt
And I’m big up in the South
I ain’t fuckin’ with no route
I do the dash in and out
When I’m here these bitches pout
Wishin’ they came out yeah
I’m service to the North yeah
I’m feelin’ that shit
And I do it with no doubt
Pullin’ up to Mod club
Turn it to a clinic
Everybody movin’ in it
We can’t do without it
And I’m up and in it
Man to this beat
I’m an addict
And I’m killin’ at it
I cannot be on my own
I gotta do it with the crew
Always feelin’ smooth up in the booth yeah
Fuckin’ this shit up
And we movin’ like wasup
Yeah I do it till I’m out
And I do it for the mothafuckin clout
I ain’t got no limit
I gotta keep it double digit
This shit helpful like a widget
Had to sing to fuckin’ bridge it
Pushin’ up strong
I’ma do this long
Gotta hit the bong
My flow hit you like a gong
This shit
What a
Fuckin’ song
Blowin’ up on media
Fuckin’ with the idea
I’m to busy makin heat
Bitch, I can’t see ya
I do it for the stunt
And I ain’t finna be a cunt
We don’t hit it light like a punt
We thump it hard for a blunt
All these bitches do is front
But they want it from the back
Yeah I gotta sack
Full of stacks
Poppin’ open loud packs
Take it to the face
Haters savin’ face
This flow is my taste yeah
I spit it out for days yeah
Better open up a case
Boutta take a mace
To these rapper’s face yeah
I’m feelin’ unstoppable
Can’t do the probable
Never know like Super Bowl
Stackin’ up on Aderrall
Focused on the vision ah
ShootersShoot it’s Tjsound