tino szn - no melody freestyle lyrics
(intro)
this sh-t right here, it be right off the dome, up in the booth, i be all in my zone, you ain’t got the guap, you can’t be on my song, you ain’t talkin guap, you can’t call on my phone, if you got the guap, you betta hit my phone
ain’t with the f-ck sh-t, switch it up, they wanna be tino, cause he chop it up, you had the sauce, how you f-ck it up?
(haha, aye)
-producer tag-
“d-mn, you on a k!llstreak tino.”
(verse)
(ayee, yuh, yuh, yuh,)
chasin a bag b-tch im gettin this cash, run up a check got 500 my stash, cdg on my feet and balmain on my -ss, i count all my paper, i need a new bag, you count up your paper, you going out sad, he run from dat choppa like he late to cl-ss, im ballin like jordan, b-tch i break the gl-ss, record off the dome, b-tch i don’t need a pad, got my first check, but it won’t be my last, count up the hundreds while you on yo -ss, you walk into neiman’s, don’t come out with sh-t, i walk into neiman’s, i come out with rick. you ain’t a demon, you ain’t hit a l!ck, i ain’t a demon, but far from a b-tch, vvs diamonds, they all on my wrist, i ain’t seen n0body snappin like this, saw yo boyfriend tryna copy my fit, my diamonds so cold that they gone make me sick, don’t f-ck wit glocks, but i took yo b-tch, iced out my clock, but it don’t tick, he smokin dat rock, got em chewin and sh-t, they be like tino you doin the sh-t, all of my haters try and ruin the sh-t, he move wit a choppa, put two in his sh-t, you had the drip, but you losin the sh-t, yo boy got a stick, but ain’t usin the sh-t, im changing my flow like im changin my fit, i hop on the beat, you know ima snap, you hop on a beat, you know you gone cap, look at my belt, cost a few hundreds, gotta pay for the feature if you want it, step on my haters, like who want it? yo man was at ross (yuh, yuh,) i was at saks fifth, do you know the cost? (yuh, yuh) you rock sh-t from last year, run up a check, b-tch imma flex, money gone stretch, you know the rest, tryna copy how i dress, vvs up on my neck, chop it up through the rest, diamonds shakin like tourrettes, b-tch im thumbin through the racks (lil n-gga) i ain’t gotta sell packs, this sh-t right here, it be right off the dome, up in the booth, i be all in my zone, you ain’t got the guap, you can’t be on my song, you ain’t talkin guap, you can’t call on my phone, if you got the guap, you betta hit my phone
ain’t with the f-ck sh-t, switch it up, they wanna be tino, cause he chop it up, you had the sauce, how you f-ck it up?
(haha, aye)
my bro took yo hoe, now she suck it up, no melody up on the beat, cause i made the whole beat and i snapped, i’m on a new level, new watch, it got two bezels, lv on my waist, it got two letters, drip on dat n-gga i change the weather, drip on dat n-gga, i drip forever, went and made a new deposit, designer b-tch, that’s what i’m rockin, that’s why these n-ggas wanna rob me, that’s why they girl wanna top me, talkin sh-t but now you walkin, talkin sh-t, what’s in yo pockets? go run up a check or sum, go get you some cake, ain’t got time to hate, these n-ggas be g-y, but im gettin paid, b-tch i’m gettin paid. (aye)
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