Hold On / Musty Freestyle - SHORELINE MAFIA, Drakeo The Ruler

I just got five bands 'cause a nigga got a boat off

I be spendin' hella money, yeah, I’ma show off

Ron-Ron played the beat, so you know I had to go off, go off

Hold on, let me take my coat off

I just got five bands 'cause a nigga got a boat off

I be spendin' hella money, yeah, I’ma show off

Ron-Ron played the beat, so you know I had to go off, go off

Bitch, I’m 'bout to set it off (Rrah)

Pull the dick and tell your little shorty neck it off (Neck it off)

Bag it like it’s crystal meth, I’m selling epsom salt

Bag of Percocets and bars, it’s full of fentanyl

Bitch, I’m stepping on your neck and I ain’t lettin' up (I ain’t lettin' up)

It’s a lick I might regret, but fuck it, set it up (Lil' bitch)

Burn you like a cigarette, boy, you can’t hang with us (Bah, bah)

With that crazy shit, but I don’t do no angel dust (Nah)

Fuck the other side to death, them niggas lame as fuck

Hundred niggas in the club, we came in gang as fuck

We them niggas with them ARs in the mosh pit (Rrah)

Ho, this gun came with a stick, don’t own a stock clip (Lil' bitch)

Your mama told you stay away from me, I’m toxic (Bitch, I’m toxic)

Still might break in that bitch crib just like a locksmith

Bitch, I’m Rob motherfuckin Vicious (Bitch, I’m Rob Vicious)

You better pay attention

I don’t even want to tote it if it ain’t extended

Hold on, let me take my coat off

I just got five bands 'cause a nigga got a boat off

I be spendin' hella money, yeah, I’ma show off

Ron-Ron played the beat, so you know I had to go off, go off

Hold on, let me take my coat off

I just got five bands 'cause a nigga got a boat off

I be spendin' hella money, yeah, I’ma show off

Ron-Ron played the beat, so you know I had to go off, go off

They like, «All you talk about is them drugs»

That’s what made a nigga rich, you think I give a fuck?

Your girlfriend like it, she wetter than a tub

She wanna fuck the plug, I’ma hit it just once

Bitch, I’m gone off the mud, screamin' motherfuck the judge

Posted in the trap, you won’t see me in the club

And if I walk through, guarantee I got a dub

I’m bout to fuck your love, this the type of bitch you trust

Swallow it when I bust, keep it on the hush

I was gone off a bus, she was fuckin' with the dust

And them Percs like Viagra, your bitch like Niagara Falls

Beatin' down her walls with a Glock in my drawers

Back in high school, I was fucking hoes in the halls

But in elementary school, I knew I was made to ball

Only fucked one time, you know I could never call

Free my youngins out the halls, I be tearin' down the malls, ayy

Hold on, let me take my coat off

I just got five bands 'cause a nigga got a boat off

I be spendin' hella money, yeah, I’ma show off

Ron-Ron played the beat, so you know I had to go off, go off

Hold on, let me take my coat off

I just got five bands 'cause a nigga got a boat off

I be spendin' hella money, yeah, I’ma show off

Ron-Ron played the beat, so you know I had to go off, go off

I don’t rap beef, soul snatcher, that’s deep

Grim reaper, street sweeper, feet Neimans, speak to me

Codeine and Adderall, Bally bags and Taliban

I could’ve went to Alcatraz, niggas always talking bad

Please check the news clips, I do this, a nuisance

Wildin' out in traffic with a Uzi, on buffoonery

You cool as me, I do this shit, I’m strangling Judas’s

Don’t play with me, I’m chasing niggas, bitch, you bought the major leagues

Long stocking, Pippy Longstocking

More problems, more bodies, won’t find 'em

Local lakes is getting crowded

I got Bally, I got Louis, I ain’t really into Prada

Split medulla oblongatas, a couple wait from a father

Abusin' these Margielas, my jacket is Moncler

Celine wrappers on my toes, these are not Air Forces

Mr. Everything, I stood on thirty thousand on the floor

Three-sixty bust down and I was not doing no shows

You need to go back to your hood 'cause we is not bringing no hoes

Chopsticks, mopsticks, Ralfy blinding the moshpit

Disgusting, suck me, bitch, the 'fit been musty

The nerve of me cursing, I’m slurring, I’m curving these dirty birds

A five in a one, who the fuck I think I’m Dirty Purp?

Gheesy my peoples, Drummer Stincy Beaches

I break the internet with my freestyles from Pro Tools

Don’t know you, these niggas really Venice Beach hobos

Rapper with a gun, I go bad, I got a drum

Spilling bricks all up in Neimans, I be acting up off mud

She said, «If you needed help, then you should’ve asked for some»

Twenty bands up on a bitch, bitch, you shouldn’t’ve been acting up

They ask me how I’m feeling, my nigga, I’m feeling lovely

It must be, everywhere I go, they wanna fuck me

Musty, uh, my nigga, who got that musty?

It must be Ohgees 'cause he stay serving custys

They ask me how I’m feeling, my nigga, I’m feeling lovely

It must be, everywhere I go, they wanna fuck me

Musty, uh, my nigga, who got that musty?

It must be Ohgees 'cause he stay serving custys

(Free Drakeo, he ain’t do the crime, really)