billy woods - James Bon Elevators (Freestyle) lyrics
[billy woods - James Bon Elevators Freestyle lyrics]
Yo yo, spitamatics, you know
Kid so dope it’s illegal
We belong in a dirty needle fuck that
Just bring the eagle plus the beretta
Yo gon’ need all your guns
And all your cheddar
Cause we all know who rap better
What the fuck
You think you a competitor? You
Can’t even stand with this
I’m the editor, cut your lines out each rhyme
I’m on deck though I flip dimes and
I stay on my P’s and Q’s
Niggas watch thieves, I’m thrifty like Jews
What the fuck
I leave no clues and like who, what, where
Y’all niggas can stare an ice
Grill but guess what i flipped with skills
Flip with skills, living inflicted bills
Trying to get them skills up
‘cause it’s real
Fuck where we live and the chills ducking
I’m like yo the children’s ducking
In front of the buildings
What, I don’t understand why it’ like that
Niggas is like yo
Trying to strike caps over seas
Nigga please, yeah
Money when I spit, money when I spit
Like ATMS I spit them bloody gems
Niggas said what
This shit don’t got seeds or stems
That’s him Billy Bodega, they call him slim
In DC where we feel crack, drive caprices
Yo, y’all niggas know, I fucked your nieces
What you gon’ do, I leave you in pieces
It’s ridiculous
What niggas try to do, the way we bust
You can’t handle us, we got the blunderbuss
Pointed at your chest, what you gon’ do now
Who can you trust?
You on the floor looking up, fucking with
The brothers that can’t took enough
Talk about look at hooks, look at
That come like the thousand horses
Kids, ready for the bizum, we twist ism
Everyday keep the eye lit up
You know how we get up
Gotta big cup, talking ‘bout yo wig, diddy
I need money let’s get busy
I don’t care if he rap in my vocal
Man, bring it back to the chokehold
Then take his money and his aligators
Then slide off in ill James Bon elevators
Niggas is faders, getting faded all day
Yeah, yo all day, since hallways
Yo all day, since hallways
Blaze, still heavy
It’s the lyrical terrorist, microphone martyr
Guess what, we come harder
You is conventional weapons
Nigga we little boy and fat men
You shoulda come harder
That for the 2000-and-beyond
(You’re not promised tomorrow)
Kid so dope it’s illegal
We belong in a dirty needle fuck that
Just bring the eagle plus the beretta
Yo gon’ need all your guns
And all your cheddar
Cause we all know who rap better
What the fuck
You think you a competitor? You
Can’t even stand with this
I’m the editor, cut your lines out each rhyme
I’m on deck though I flip dimes and
I stay on my P’s and Q’s
Niggas watch thieves, I’m thrifty like Jews
What the fuck
I leave no clues and like who, what, where
Y’all niggas can stare an ice
Grill but guess what i flipped with skills
Flip with skills, living inflicted bills
Trying to get them skills up
‘cause it’s real
Fuck where we live and the chills ducking
I’m like yo the children’s ducking
In front of the buildings
What, I don’t understand why it’ like that
Niggas is like yo
Trying to strike caps over seas
Nigga please, yeah
Money when I spit, money when I spit
Like ATMS I spit them bloody gems
Niggas said what
This shit don’t got seeds or stems
That’s him Billy Bodega, they call him slim
In DC where we feel crack, drive caprices
Yo, y’all niggas know, I fucked your nieces
What you gon’ do, I leave you in pieces
It’s ridiculous
What niggas try to do, the way we bust
You can’t handle us, we got the blunderbuss
Pointed at your chest, what you gon’ do now
Who can you trust?
You on the floor looking up, fucking with
The brothers that can’t took enough
Talk about look at hooks, look at
That come like the thousand horses
Kids, ready for the bizum, we twist ism
Everyday keep the eye lit up
You know how we get up
Gotta big cup, talking ‘bout yo wig, diddy
I need money let’s get busy
I don’t care if he rap in my vocal
Man, bring it back to the chokehold
Then take his money and his aligators
Then slide off in ill James Bon elevators
Niggas is faders, getting faded all day
Yeah, yo all day, since hallways
Yo all day, since hallways
Blaze, still heavy
It’s the lyrical terrorist, microphone martyr
Guess what, we come harder
You is conventional weapons
Nigga we little boy and fat men
You shoulda come harder
That for the 2000-and-beyond
(You’re not promised tomorrow)