Pretty On Drill
Tia Carys
GENRE
[Intro]
Jesse Moodley
[Verse]
Gotta keep the styles consistent
Pissed cah they never seen a pretty on drill
And I came through kicking down doors
So I'm still in my bag when I'm ducking these deals
And my first three tracks done numbers
And my freestyle spitting so real
They put one ninety-nine on the chicken and chips
I put one ninety-nine in a meal
And these real rappers know I spit spit
I don't give no pussy pussy or swallow
They get bodied, I ain't touching no dick
And I ain't fucked no one there that I follow
I seen sisters sent to the streets
And make music careers pon beef
And get corn, no veg, no edges
So dead and run rude with a couple of beats
And while she too busy popping out children
I got her man wanna take me to Shard
Big buildings, he gets the bill but I ain't broke
I just went and got me a yard
That's why these hood niggas fuck with a big breast princess
Silly slickness, talk business, interest
That's a big block, my money dance 'round the block
Nuh, that's a TikTok, TikTok
I ain't tryna see them switch up on me like now so I'm delivering flows
Everybody want me for a feature, it's fucked
Find your sound bro and then I'm like no
'Cause nobody can claim that they made me
I made most of this shit on my own
Shout out the managers, yeah, they're my right hand
Only when they bell then I pick up the phone
'Cause if I ever need bail it's them getting it done
And if I ever need spins it's them getting it spun
And I gotta keep a line, just business
I don't get got what these rappers send dick pics, ha
'Cause if they're tryna fuck then I'm laying them down with a couple of lyrics
My spirit don't bond with these bigots
I bang out the minute I hear it
It's fuck how you feeling and minimal militant members
I been like this from the beginning
Really, I'm mine
Eating good with my K9
And I'm up so it's offers decline
And I can do grime, I can do do drill
And I'll bar any heavyweight up in my field
They luh the face, luh the hair
They luh the drip I got there
No designer, prolly five I put on it
Looking like five bills what I wear
Luh my money right so I can't care
Impaired in my ear, you know I can't hear
No nasty niggas can't back it like bare
And my papa proud but he still cuss if I swear
Many mad 'cause it's over, they wheel it, no rover
Least I got them looking like Mona
And damn, I got wordplay, written on Thursdays
And I got glasses like I got diplomas
Now I'm tryna get my raps patterned for live, no kimono
For life and life after corona, mm, mm
I'm giving them pretty persona
I'm giving them pretty persona
Jesse Moodley
[Verse]
Gotta keep the styles consistent
Pissed cah they never seen a pretty on drill
And I came through kicking down doors
So I'm still in my bag when I'm ducking these deals
And my first three tracks done numbers
And my freestyle spitting so real
They put one ninety-nine on the chicken and chips
I put one ninety-nine in a meal
And these real rappers know I spit spit
I don't give no pussy pussy or swallow
They get bodied, I ain't touching no dick
And I ain't fucked no one there that I follow
I seen sisters sent to the streets
And make music careers pon beef
And get corn, no veg, no edges
So dead and run rude with a couple of beats
And while she too busy popping out children
I got her man wanna take me to Shard
Big buildings, he gets the bill but I ain't broke
I just went and got me a yard
That's why these hood niggas fuck with a big breast princess
Silly slickness, talk business, interest
That's a big block, my money dance 'round the block
Nuh, that's a TikTok, TikTok
I ain't tryna see them switch up on me like now so I'm delivering flows
Everybody want me for a feature, it's fucked
Find your sound bro and then I'm like no
'Cause nobody can claim that they made me
I made most of this shit on my own
Shout out the managers, yeah, they're my right hand
Only when they bell then I pick up the phone
'Cause if I ever need bail it's them getting it done
And if I ever need spins it's them getting it spun
And I gotta keep a line, just business
I don't get got what these rappers send dick pics, ha
'Cause if they're tryna fuck then I'm laying them down with a couple of lyrics
My spirit don't bond with these bigots
I bang out the minute I hear it
It's fuck how you feeling and minimal militant members
I been like this from the beginning
Really, I'm mine
Eating good with my K9
And I'm up so it's offers decline
And I can do grime, I can do do drill
And I'll bar any heavyweight up in my field
They luh the face, luh the hair
They luh the drip I got there
No designer, prolly five I put on it
Looking like five bills what I wear
Luh my money right so I can't care
Impaired in my ear, you know I can't hear
No nasty niggas can't back it like bare
And my papa proud but he still cuss if I swear
Many mad 'cause it's over, they wheel it, no rover
Least I got them looking like Mona
And damn, I got wordplay, written on Thursdays
And I got glasses like I got diplomas
Now I'm tryna get my raps patterned for live, no kimono
For life and life after corona, mm, mm
I'm giving them pretty persona
I'm giving them pretty persona
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