Raz Fresco - SalmonILLa lyrics

[Chill will] You ain't never seen a n***a this fly In my air Jordan 5's, give a n***a high fives Im gold chain Mike to these dudes on sidelines And they needa step back cause im finna take flight Mike in the church cause a n***a sky high No im Mike Tyson to these beats that im biting, chewing, eating Forever punch lining, but you gon need more that Mario to punch me out Never on the rebound, cause I don't need no rebound Unless we talking hoes then im no shirt Boris b Diaw Air Jordan 4's with the strings out Og's my kicks gon see now, like a old n***a And you ain't gotta ask chill where his gold n***a, I ain't in my nose n***a But im calling picks out from the bleachers, deadstock sneakers Hasta la vista! [Raz Fresco] Spit raw sh** salmonella Deadstocks locked up longer then mandella Stella, Got my groove back, smooth black, suede blue hat, with the rap- Tor on the front, flame on the blunt, name on the front Of your chick page with the love Heart sign right beside it, make you wanna sign out when you see it Pardon my sneakglish, im decent, that's what the least Ill n***as be speaking Don't got a G2, but im flyer then a G6 I get colder the higher, I get up call it ski lift With the wifey, use the purse as a weed bag As I pen greatness over ba**, like rehab And the s**er sh** yall on, ain't making me mad Cause if you check it out, it ain't making me cash I mean it sound so trash that it's making me glad That I got my own sh** to listen to Play it while I [Chill Will] Certain n***as got me feeling like caine All I need now is some gold ropes and some rings A couple babes, gla** of lemonade And I be standing under the green, but I ain't in the shade But I do got these shadow number 10's on Why all these n***as dancing in the endzone And they ain't scored yet A n***a asked me how your soles icy and you ain't leave the floor wet I don't know though But a b**h said I was so cold that her cell phone frose when she text me Chopping on them blades like im Gretzky Yall jabs weak, and I eat them punchlines for breakfast With Mj on the box In them Grape Jordan 5's and I like them a lot That I might just cop bout 4 in my size Yall n***as like Deadstocks, yall don't think out the box [Raz Fresco] But I ain't dissing you Im just tryna tell you that this rap sh** isn't you This what the PYT's came to listen to This the bakers club so the booth by the kitchen room And the house don't got a roof Cause it can't get higher than this And you ain't gotta guess who supplying the zip Filled with the realness filled with the illness Millions and millions that's like a sure thing Show me bout it, don't tell Me bout it that's the worst thing The worst thing, since fox news on the TV Harder I go, all the girls get easy I don't use pick up lines, that sh** cheesy Use by beginners, im bumping that GZA And if her brain like a genius, ima have to jizz her One more line, bet I make the beat give up