abdullah flow freestyle [Redbull 64 Bars]
Yeah
Cap to the side I been onto my shit
I went out to the store and took all of the fits
Ain't no one out here be ballin' like this
But she asked me for cash I said don't got shit
Straight out the fire I'm keepin it lit
I could drop everyday and still come up with hits
Shawty don't know what to do with a star
We gon hit the hotel I'ma buss on her, ay
Everyone with me be poppin the shit
If I ever fall off it ain't even stress
Packin' my shit I went straight to the city and fucked em all up
Yes I leave it a mess
Shit be so crazy went back to the hood just to talk to the homies
They say don't even stress
Countin' up commas I look at my momma say don't even worry you boy is the best
I took the game and I bent it all over say fuck what you talkin' and pull up that dress
I been the hottest since I was in primary puttin' my library books in the desk
Say she want all of me, I said no problem b
Wait in that line, we go chat and address
This shit a part of me, you see the god in me
Get on your knees and just pray for the best
Cap to the side I been onto my shit
I went out to the store and took all of the fits
Ain't no one out here be ballin' like this
But she asked me for cash I said I don't got shit
Straight out the fire I'm keepin' it lit
I could drop everyday and still come up with hits
Shawty don't know what to do with a star, we gon hit the hotel I'ma buss on her, ay
Dj be spinnin' my tracks on my repeat I look back at the crowd and they seem to be dizzy
Niggas know that I don't play bout my shit I could spit about nothing and still get they spirit
Lyrically I don't even gotta do much I talk bout my day and shit turns out litty
Funny how I didn't do well at maths but I'm here in my room and I countin' up digits
Do it yes do it yes blxckie somnyama gon stack up that cake til it's tall as midget
Do it yes do it I don't got no opps cause they lame and they all kinda fans of music
Run up a cheque I been at it my pockets got fatter and everything about me seem cool
Run up a cheque I been at it my pockets got fatter and everything about me seem cool
Cap to the side I been onto my shit
I went out to the store and took all of the fits
Ain't no one out here be ballin' like this
But she asked me for cash I said don't got shit
Straight out the fire I'm keepin it lit
I could drop everyday and still come up with hits
Shawty don't know what to do with a star
We gon hit the hotel I'ma buss on her, ay
Everyone with me be poppin the shit
If I ever fall off it ain't even stress
Packin' my shit I went straight to the city and fucked em all up
Yes I leave it a mess
Shit be so crazy went back to the hood just to talk to the homies
They say don't even stress
Countin' up commas I look at my momma say don't even worry you boy is the best
I took the game and I bent it all over say fuck what you talkin' and pull up that dress
I been the hottest since I was in primary puttin' my library books in the desk
Say she want all of me, I said no problem b
Wait in that line, we go chat and address
This shit a part of me, you see the god in me
Get on your knees and just pray for the best
Cap to the side I been onto my shit
I went out to the store and took all of the fits
Ain't no one out here be ballin' like this
But she asked me for cash I said I don't got shit
Straight out the fire I'm keepin' it lit
I could drop everyday and still come up with hits
Shawty don't know what to do with a star, we gon hit the hotel I'ma buss on her, ay
Dj be spinnin' my tracks on my repeat I look back at the crowd and they seem to be dizzy
Niggas know that I don't play bout my shit I could spit about nothing and still get they spirit
Lyrically I don't even gotta do much I talk bout my day and shit turns out litty
Funny how I didn't do well at maths but I'm here in my room and I countin' up digits
Do it yes do it yes blxckie somnyama gon stack up that cake til it's tall as midget
Do it yes do it I don't got no opps cause they lame and they all kinda fans of music
Run up a cheque I been at it my pockets got fatter and everything about me seem cool
Run up a cheque I been at it my pockets got fatter and everything about me seem cool
Credits
Writer(s): Isaiah Nkhalo Zuza, Anashe Chizhandea, Sihle Sithole
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