Rip to natives
Rip to Yung Scoop Guala
Now they rap for fame and pussy
But don't rap for dollars
Rip to banger city
Rip to the artists
How you make them sign a contract
But you wasn't honest
This is not a diss song
I'm just not the one to pick on
Send me something to get on
After that it's gone be Nikks song
If they mouth is open
I'm the topic that they speak on
If that girl got taste
Her likes is popping up on my phone
I'm reusing verses and so what
I call it rerocc
My style more like Nike
Yo shit old, it's more like Reebok
Don't act like you in shock
Just go show people what's in stock
Should've stayed on my side
Now it's looking like apartheid
Stop telling these strippers they the best one in the city
Except for snowthadon, she can get it when she ready
Don't speak on my name
Unless you got a song that's ready
And why you niggas showing babies porn
Are you R Kelly?
Man, the city f*cked up
See me in person they show love
Deezy the reason we broke up
It's too much talking, too much stalking
Boy you boys bogus
Boys you boys hopeless
All that shade you know I notice
Yeah what it do
Got women thats vouching too
And they all love me like my name Hugh
And they all stay down like blue 42
Shoutout Skypp that u4u
But ask yourself what they do for you
I ain't never been no hometown hero
But at least they love you
Yeah yeah
Are you dumb or stupid like this flow
And shoutout ovo
And I just might sign to the boy
My rising sign in Scorpio
I did this verse at the morgue
I didn't go to the studio
And don't you think I'm Michael
If we talking corleones
New money new car new women
New gold new year
This shit is mine
If they come to the city and ask who run this shit
Just say Tawian
I do this shit for the fam and the young niggas always on they grind
And I still got diamonds in the face and money on my mind
Money on my mind
If the city way too turnt I'll take the fine
Wanna hear my side then I put it in a rhyme
Just so when I drop you don't have to hit my line
Don't have to hit my shit
Pull up with a bitch so bad
It made my ex go hack my shit
Gifted with the singing but they love when I rap that shit
You gifted with the antics with no music to back that shit
Tawian Nikks - War Freestyle Lyrics
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Rip to natives
Rip to Yung Scoop Guala
Now they rap for fame and pussy
But don't rap for dollars
Rip to banger city
Rip to the artists
How you make them sign a contract
But you wasn't honest
This is not a diss song
I'm just not the one to pick on
Send me something to get on
After that it's gone be Nikks song
If they mouth is open
I'm the topic that they speak on
If that girl got taste
Her likes is popping up on my phone
I'm reusing verses and so what
I call it rerocc
My style more like Nike
Yo shit old, it's more like Reebok
Don't act like you in shock
Just go show people what's in stock
Should've stayed on my side
Now it's looking like apartheid
Stop telling these strippers they the best one in the city
Except for snowthadon, she can get it when she ready
Don't speak on my name
Unless you got a song that's ready
And why you niggas showing babies porn
Are you R Kelly?
Man, the city f*cked up
See me in person they show love
Deezy the reason we broke up
It's too much talking, too much stalking
Boy you boys bogus
Boys you boys hopeless
All that shade you know I notice
Yeah what it do
Got women thats vouching too
And they all love me like my name Hugh
And they all stay down like blue 42
Shoutout Skypp that u4u
But ask yourself what they do for you
I ain't never been no hometown hero
But at least they love you
Yeah yeah
Are you dumb or stupid like this flow
And shoutout ovo
And I just might sign to the boy
My rising sign in Scorpio
I did this verse at the morgue
I didn't go to the studio
And don't you think I'm Michael
If we talking corleones
New money new car new women
New gold new year
This shit is mine
If they come to the city and ask who run this shit
Just say Tawian
I do this shit for the fam and the young niggas always on they grind
And I still got diamonds in the face and money on my mind
Money on my mind
If the city way too turnt I'll take the fine
Wanna hear my side then I put it in a rhyme
Just so when I drop you don't have to hit my line
Don't have to hit my shit
Pull up with a bitch so bad
It made my ex go hack my shit
Gifted with the singing but they love when I rap that shit
You gifted with the antics with no music to back that shit
Rip to Yung Scoop Guala
Now they rap for fame and pussy
But don't rap for dollars
Rip to banger city
Rip to the artists
How you make them sign a contract
But you wasn't honest
This is not a diss song
I'm just not the one to pick on
Send me something to get on
After that it's gone be Nikks song
If they mouth is open
I'm the topic that they speak on
If that girl got taste
Her likes is popping up on my phone
I'm reusing verses and so what
I call it rerocc
My style more like Nike
Yo shit old, it's more like Reebok
Don't act like you in shock
Just go show people what's in stock
Should've stayed on my side
Now it's looking like apartheid
Stop telling these strippers they the best one in the city
Except for snowthadon, she can get it when she ready
Don't speak on my name
Unless you got a song that's ready
And why you niggas showing babies porn
Are you R Kelly?
Man, the city f*cked up
See me in person they show love
Deezy the reason we broke up
It's too much talking, too much stalking
Boy you boys bogus
Boys you boys hopeless
All that shade you know I notice
Yeah what it do
Got women thats vouching too
And they all love me like my name Hugh
And they all stay down like blue 42
Shoutout Skypp that u4u
But ask yourself what they do for you
I ain't never been no hometown hero
But at least they love you
Yeah yeah
Are you dumb or stupid like this flow
And shoutout ovo
And I just might sign to the boy
My rising sign in Scorpio
I did this verse at the morgue
I didn't go to the studio
And don't you think I'm Michael
If we talking corleones
New money new car new women
New gold new year
This shit is mine
If they come to the city and ask who run this shit
Just say Tawian
I do this shit for the fam and the young niggas always on they grind
And I still got diamonds in the face and money on my mind
Money on my mind
If the city way too turnt I'll take the fine
Wanna hear my side then I put it in a rhyme
Just so when I drop you don't have to hit my line
Don't have to hit my shit
Pull up with a bitch so bad
It made my ex go hack my shit
Gifted with the singing but they love when I rap that shit
You gifted with the antics with no music to back that shit
Writer: Tawian Johnson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid