J above the $ - Str8 out the shores (feat. ca$htro)

Out the shores
I came out the shores not out the jects
Ain't gott Patek but I gotta tech
Run up on me I'll make a mess
I skeet on ya bitch and she clean the mess
Deez niggas cap Mitchell n ness
Push up on a play I don't gotta flex
I make it move dats Yoo your health
If you don't get right you gonna get left
Red beam anti theft
Back wood n top shelf
Thumbing thru the blues I don't need help
Ps and qs gotta watch for 12
Gotta watch my six they on my back
Hit it from the back girl gimme that Kat
Can't fuck with a rat I spit da facts
Loud enough for the ones in the back
Smoking on something not up for discussion
I'm rolling an 8th inside of a Russian
If I buy a K it gotta Russian
Dey calling my phone so you know I ain't Russian
I move at my pace it's all on my leisure
Pussy ass nigga treat him like a diva
Stay with a heater my heart like freezer
Pull up on a bikes but We smoking dat
Diesel
He wanted beef but I brought a clever
Smoking dumb gas I got amnesia
I got a plug I really don't need ya
Long spoon that's how I feed em
4-5 when I geeet em
Long drive bitch I need
Bust down Witt my dawg
Lawd knows I ain't greedy

I came out the shores not out the jects
Ain't gott Patek but I gotta tech
Run up on me I'll make a mess
I skeet on ya bitch and she clean the mess
Deez niggas cap Mitchell n ness
Push up on a play I don't gotta flex
I make it move dats Yoo your health
If you don't get right you gonna get left


Str8 out the shores where they get board
They kick in ya door they run ya house
They open ya drawers and look in ya cabinets
Y'all nighas capping see how you slacking
Fuck the rap shit y'all can have it
Same with ya bitch too much baggage
I be stacking turned to a habit
Started out chill now I'm savage
6 foot drip check me hoe you like how I'm swagging
I'm taking my no more asking it's not a question I'm not flexing
Me and my team getting to the money bitch ain't no resting
I see books y'all niggas pocket watching
White bitch look like poly pocket
She fuck with me cuz she know I got it
The weed I smoker be so exotic
Franks gift that stank shit
We ain't in the same lane bitch
Double look when I land switch
Pull up with ya main bitch
I told y'all I got the game glitch
And y'all still on that slave shit
Bums

I came out the shores not out the jects
Ain't gott Patek but I gotta tech
Run up on me I'll make a mess
I skeet on ya bitch and she clean the mess
Deez niggas cap Mitchell n ness
Push up on a play I don't gotta flex
I make it move dats Yoo your health
If you don't get right you gonna get left

Writers: Jarriel Sears

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