Tre Demond - Shook Ones Freestyle lyrics

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Tre Demond - Shook Ones Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1: Tre Demond] n***as don't really know this sh**, but f** it This is really the sample from Black Rose I done f**ed up and shook up the game Like a Ku Klux I'm f**ed up, I'm really k**ing all these n***as Man these n***as ain't spitting the same What a shame how Tremayne just raps sins on God's gravel I drink a lot and take a bite out of Eve's apple My Adam big, she can't get enough of these apples You grocery storing while I'm Steve's Apple In a world full of Androids, you f**ing robots I'm robust on these beats, man I should probably make y'all Pay me every single time you hear a verse from a n***a I just do this sh** for free y'all get the word from a n***a This is audio scriptures, p**nographic pictures Painting through my mind all the time on a n***a Your b**h texting me saying,"Come Thru," When I finish on this beat that's what I'm gon' do So that's a heads up, keep your head up, It's LionGang n***as stars in their tweets but they're all lying man I seen a n***a take a pic by a Benz car I seen that n***a last week pushing shopping carts You ain't got to lie for these hoes, dog. That's your fault Never told a lie and that's why I got that phone call I won't approach y'all on that he-say she-say Only thing on my mind is how to get to Tinashe I'm nasty and you know that, this Fuego Papi talking All my n***as Mobb Deep, all your n***as talking bout me Got a brain full of gems, I should open a j**eler And these n***as getting weaker I should open it sooner How the f** I got this sh** stuck in my medulla Got a b**h so coldI nickname her My Cooler One look now you froze I should name her Medusa I ain't never gave a f** 'bout n***as screaming Hakuna Matata [Verse 2: Jimmy Mitch] Cause I keep it jumping like it's hopscotch They counting on my demise, give them a stopwatch Young crock pot , I'm slow cooking They be sure looking, I'm trying to get show booking And the game is so crooked, they want you to fail The only n***a dropping albums that be loathing themselves You can't burn me, n***a. I be black to a crisp When hungry n***as bite flows give them carcinogens I'm full of adrenaline, crazy as f** on the lyrics Young n***a drunk off the spirits, they give me life I'm a live it Sending shots is ridiculous, I'm a end it like period I'm so dope you delirious, you a joke. Is you serious? It's no hope if you're hearing this, you're supposed to be fearing us Jimmy Mitch, Tre Demond, rap group of the year in this That's LionGang to the lay, munching on Frito Lay Studio be where I play, you other n***as stay away I'm king of the castle, you're a peasant with cattle I'm the n***a who taxing you while you barter and haggle Take a walk in my shoes and n***a your toes will get bruised You n***as rowing canoes, and I'm f**ing snoring on cruises Man what the f** are you doing besides talking and sh**? You better watch up which tree you be barking and sh** And I don't know how to rap, I'm simply rhyming a sentence I do it over and over until the music is finished I guess they like what I'm saying, the playback meter's replenished Funny the one you labeled boring then is all you be hearing Time spent driving on me I'm the one who was steering Nice guys finish last, this is just the beginning Save all the women and children, because your ship is a sink You n***as choking while you're floating, I got HM03 n***a, SURF!