Shamu/Shula (feat. Ner)
I'll do it for the city
I'll ride for it, I'll ride for it
I'll do it for a milly
I'll ride for it, I'll ride for it
I'll do it for a penny
I'd die for it
I'll do it for the family
I'd die for it, I'd die for it, I'd die for it (aah)
I feel like
God in the rhythm
Got our sound creepin' in 'em, we in town
Breakin' ceilins', are you kiddin, are you kiddin'
A motherfucker askin' what I'm dealin'
I said, "boy, this is not pills, but its a feelin'"
Half of the hype was when no clubs were hungry
Half-assin' bitches can't leave the damn country
Half of these pictures got your bitch in our parties
Posin' pilates, lit up like hibachi, okay
You a motherfucker bein' petty with the hype, man
I'm the motherfucker bein' pretty with no hype man
Whose delight man, whose to fight man
I'm indicted to the mic man
Oh, please get it, bet it (please get it)
I done read it all, it's now credit, Patek (it's all credit, boy)
Philippes won't tell me time to tell it, valid (no time, boy)
I might just go all poetic
I'm an addict, I'm an addict, I'm an addict
Imma-
Imma go flip up a hundred bands (a hunnid)
Then buy a Mercedes back to the fam'
'Cause I'm in it for the city, I do it all for the land
Ground zero, independent, I never got helpin' hands
When I bounce with the crowd, ain't nobody could stop me
How I start from the bottom, ain't nobody could copy
In a hotel room, with the queen' gettin naughty
With this level that I'm on, just "go back to the lobby," uh
The boy be trippin', the bitch be strippin'
The manager's pitchin', the finger is itchin', the vision is slippin'
And now my zipper's unzippin', I'm syrupy sippin'
I'm drippin' on shit that I'm shippin'
Give a fuck about how you feelin'
Always gettin' what I want, where I want, when I want
Playin' all the pawns, Imma flaunt, when I taunt
Count the blessins' when I sneeze, achoo
Better run, 'cause I'm boutta point the pressure at you (at you, boy)
I'll do it for the city
I'll ride for it, I'll ride for it
I'll do it for a milly
I'll ride for it, I'll ride for it
I'll do it for a penny
I'd die for it
I'll do it for the family
I'd die for it, I'd die for it, I'd die for it (aah)
God in the rhythm, God-
God in the rhythm, -in the rhythm
God in the rhythm, God-
God in the rhythm, -in the rhythm, -in the rhythm
God in the rhythm, God-
God in the rhythm, -in the rhythm
God in the rhythm, God-
God in the- (aah, huh)
Fuck can you do when I'm gettin' them bands
Got me that one bitch I don't need to flex
Fuck it up, fuck it up
Moshpit, throw them motherfuckin' dollars in air
Fuck is you thinkin', we playin' it fair
My cards handed different, you couldn't compare
Built this shit up tables flippin' like UNO
Shit isn't sweet, see em dippin' like churros
See, all these clowns got the powder with red nose
Proud to be fake hoes, slay 'em like Rudolf
Shit lookin' sour 'til I flip the new dough
Money and power like Vito Rizzuto
Stand with my dogs, got the chicos, no poodles
No collars just chains, we gon' fuck up your crew though
Motherfucker, don't talk to my face
Motherfucker, don't talk to my face
Bitch
I'll ride for it, I'll ride for it
I'll do it for a milly
I'll ride for it, I'll ride for it
I'll do it for a penny
I'd die for it
I'll do it for the family
I'd die for it, I'd die for it, I'd die for it (aah)
I feel like
God in the rhythm
Got our sound creepin' in 'em, we in town
Breakin' ceilins', are you kiddin, are you kiddin'
A motherfucker askin' what I'm dealin'
I said, "boy, this is not pills, but its a feelin'"
Half of the hype was when no clubs were hungry
Half-assin' bitches can't leave the damn country
Half of these pictures got your bitch in our parties
Posin' pilates, lit up like hibachi, okay
You a motherfucker bein' petty with the hype, man
I'm the motherfucker bein' pretty with no hype man
Whose delight man, whose to fight man
I'm indicted to the mic man
Oh, please get it, bet it (please get it)
I done read it all, it's now credit, Patek (it's all credit, boy)
Philippes won't tell me time to tell it, valid (no time, boy)
I might just go all poetic
I'm an addict, I'm an addict, I'm an addict
Imma-
Imma go flip up a hundred bands (a hunnid)
Then buy a Mercedes back to the fam'
'Cause I'm in it for the city, I do it all for the land
Ground zero, independent, I never got helpin' hands
When I bounce with the crowd, ain't nobody could stop me
How I start from the bottom, ain't nobody could copy
In a hotel room, with the queen' gettin naughty
With this level that I'm on, just "go back to the lobby," uh
The boy be trippin', the bitch be strippin'
The manager's pitchin', the finger is itchin', the vision is slippin'
And now my zipper's unzippin', I'm syrupy sippin'
I'm drippin' on shit that I'm shippin'
Give a fuck about how you feelin'
Always gettin' what I want, where I want, when I want
Playin' all the pawns, Imma flaunt, when I taunt
Count the blessins' when I sneeze, achoo
Better run, 'cause I'm boutta point the pressure at you (at you, boy)
I'll do it for the city
I'll ride for it, I'll ride for it
I'll do it for a milly
I'll ride for it, I'll ride for it
I'll do it for a penny
I'd die for it
I'll do it for the family
I'd die for it, I'd die for it, I'd die for it (aah)
God in the rhythm, God-
God in the rhythm, -in the rhythm
God in the rhythm, God-
God in the rhythm, -in the rhythm, -in the rhythm
God in the rhythm, God-
God in the rhythm, -in the rhythm
God in the rhythm, God-
God in the- (aah, huh)
Fuck can you do when I'm gettin' them bands
Got me that one bitch I don't need to flex
Fuck it up, fuck it up
Moshpit, throw them motherfuckin' dollars in air
Fuck is you thinkin', we playin' it fair
My cards handed different, you couldn't compare
Built this shit up tables flippin' like UNO
Shit isn't sweet, see em dippin' like churros
See, all these clowns got the powder with red nose
Proud to be fake hoes, slay 'em like Rudolf
Shit lookin' sour 'til I flip the new dough
Money and power like Vito Rizzuto
Stand with my dogs, got the chicos, no poodles
No collars just chains, we gon' fuck up your crew though
Motherfucker, don't talk to my face
Motherfucker, don't talk to my face
Bitch
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Writer(s): Stef K., Thom K, Tyrone Ezekiel
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