Kritikal Productions - Notordia lyrics

[Intro: Big KRIT] I ain't the one to play with round here in my city I'm on my grind I gots to shine blink once you'll miss me Kritikal Productions [Hook: Big KRIT] I ain't the one to play with round here in my city (in my city) I'm on my grind I gots to shine blink once you'll miss me (and you'll miss me) I ain't no ordinary rapper in my to-own (in my town) I gots to hustle, shawty and I puts it do-own [Verse 1: Big KRIT] On my grind gotta shine with my folk getting paid Twist it up hit the strip get clean [?] a fade A1's on my feet, white tees clean to press I got [?] in my blood you can tell how I dress K-rizzle I-tizzle be the 'ssippi representer I was raised to get dough in the crush, all contenders Talk sh** get slapped in your mouth I'm as dirty as it gets Born and bread in the south Throwback throwback, draw attention to some trims I ain't never played ball, but I'm still above rims So fresh, I guess I choose this time [?] Georgia Peaches no less than a dime I provide 'em with dreams all in one evening Bad yellow bones, I f** 'em and leave 'em Holla at a playa if you see me on the streets With some screens in my trunk and a handful of freaks [Hook: Big KRIT] [Verse 2: C-Rock] 1-0-5, we live I'm still struggling Watch these n***as endure the [?] I'm still juggling Mean muggin', steady bussin', whatever drama call Smoke a log or k** and k** and swallow alcohol Look at naked broads, titties shaking, p**y pop Mouth like she can s** a dick, get so wet she drip drop I'm strictly business, is these n***as kidding? Woofing like you bad, getting to big for them bridges Got a big ball lil sissy here won't fight We here, we set it off and blow like tail pipes Run up in your trap and snatch your whole [?] These n***as real soft, thew sweet like honey buns Give it to 'em anyway, don't play in the A You can get ya a** whooped from the words that you say Cop hammers in there lining everywhere that I go You forever wearin' Pampers, stick your hands in my dough, whoa [Hook: Big KRIT] [Verse 3: Big KRIT] Okay, I'm a G or whatever you want to call it I make to rapping and that means I'm ballin' I find time to grind, don't find dimes That only want me for paper but paper is all mine Never, confuse me with that dude that trick [?] But the one behind V-I-P doors with thick hoes My main agenda in this game to get them dollars Throw away the Big dawg and bring back Impallas The old school drop top sh** White cut, diamond cut, neon light kit I'm just a man, the extraordinaire Tryna be the next dude sellin' out Madsion Square Yeah, I encore and after that, that's it After millions and millions come back to the 'sip Posted on that same country corner I been on If it wasn't for them hater [?] been on