Текст King Los – No Lie Freestyle

Niggas know what I do, when I,
When I jump on this shit man, Los, it’s the king,

Yo last year I ain’t even have a deal (go)
Last month I made half a mill (flat)

Hold up, slow down (slow down)
Niggas actin like they really want me go ballistic
I’m a load, whole rounds (whole rounds)
Turn a nigga into jelly
When I hit him in the biscuit like, roll up (roll up)
Get it, roll up biscuit? jelly roll up, fuck em
Roll up, something potent, OG Los a mother fucking OG
Hoes be all on my dick (my dick) all in my section (my section)
Only love I have for them (for them) is called an erection

Oh yes we leave a bitch nigga where they see fish swim
Chrome on his lip like a deep dish rim
Treat a nigga like a Maserati hop out in cavalli
Tell her pop another molly make her hop in my denalli
Prolly cop it in Nevada then we chop it out in Cali
Get it poppin’ at the Ramada with models from the valley
We in here, so deep (deep), y’all niggas look like ass for real
Pussy niggas get cleaned up,
Like we load them macs with massengill (ugh)

Load that mac lay back and chill (word)

You ain’t slung no birds
You ain’t never slung no birds
You ain’t never slung no birds
You ain’t hug no curb
You ain’t never hug no curb
You ain’t never hug no curb
You ain’t shave no 8th
You ain’t never shave no 8th
You ain’t never shave no 8th
I break shit down
Say I gotta bath salt flow
Run nigga save yo face (wuddddup)

You with your crew they talkin’ shit
And you talkin’ shit but you stayin’ behind em
I becoming king and that became a problem
You lame I’m violent you came to silent
Ya dame got brains like insane asylums
Craziest so maybe that shit is almost
As good as that trade for bynum
You trade I’m buyin’ em they afraid I’m climbin’ like

Two rollies at one time
Two hoes with me dumb find
Eww don’t tempt me
My girlfriend had two do’ bentleys unsigned
Frontline frontline all my soldiers dumb bias
And all y’all hoes jus come by us
Your girl and her girlfriend said you can cum by us
So your girl still behind the catcher like umpires
Hold up roll up (you a nasty nigga) bitch so what

Get ya dough up, broke ass niggas make me throw up
Black Lamborghini doors go up
Fuck around and come around
And run a town I spun around your block twice
Just to scoop ya mother fuckin hoe up
Know what? no bucks, low cut low cheese, coca Nutella,
No bread and no lettuce no luck
No look magic, no look tragic, no look, yo look, ?
No hook, this time niggas is so shook
Cause you need a notebook I do this with no book
Wow that shit is crazy