K-slick - Stones lyrics

[Intro] Brand new book, brand new rhymes Brand new p**y, brand new thighs Old whip, ol G bumpin' cla**ics when I ride See the crackling in my eyes, sniff the ashes when I rise Don't be laughing when we pa**ing get to blasting in your eyes (Uh) [Hook] Hol' up, hol' up hol' up I'm a real gun loader Got a pocket full of stones, but what's your stones to my boulders? Got lieutenants and got soldiers, gotta tell you that it's over Nunez grippin' on that K that kick back from the shoulder [Verse 1] Got a mind like a genius when I flow Just gotta rhyme to give penis to these hoes A couple lines she just cleaned it with her nose So I'm like she want seamen in her throat K-9 klick for you n***as never heard of the name Ain't gotta wait for you n***as bout to murder the game Raise the steaks lil n***a put your burners away, you get hurt if you play You'll get murdered for cake What I tell you lil n***a don't mess with a shooter co*ked back Smith and Wesson whiles I'm cleanin' my Ruger Got a chrome 32, 9 milli in luger Got a car waiting for you I ain't talkin' bout Uber (Uh) [Hook] Hol' up, hol' up hol' up I'm a real gun loader Got a pocket full of stones, but what's your stones to my boulders? Got lieutenants and got soldiers, gotta tell you that it's over Nunez grippin' on that K that kick back from the shoulder [Verse 2] That's my shooter shotter shooter, we got nuthin to lose bruh Clutch semi in his lap while I'm puffin the Buddha Or I'll catch you in your whip, I got hella maneuvers n***a out for the chedda, mozzarella and gouda See my n***as we don't play, for the cake we'll grate your face Apes with A's to K's will spray and break your plate Then we gon go, back to Etobicoke or Sauga City known as Marilyn Monroe Catch yo a** lil n***a hope you learnin yo lesson I just laugh at these n***as who be Instagram flexin Leave the past in the past and the futures the present Wet you fast with the blast watch who you be testin (Uh) Hook [Outro] Yo, I seen this sh** when I was abroad It stuck out to me lil n***a like a f**in eye sore Because you know Imma say this by my own accord The key to the city should of went to Mayor Rob Ford [Hook] Hol' up, hol' up hol' up I'm a real gun loader Got a pocket full of stones, but what's your stones to my boulders? Got lieutenants and got soldiers, gotta tell you that it's over Nunez grippin' on that K that kick back from the shoulder Hol' up, hol' up hol' up I'm a real gun loader Got a pocket full of stones, but what's your stones to my boulders? Got lieutenants and got soldiers, gotta tell you that it's over Nunez grippin' on that K that kick back from the shoulder