Shoreline Mafia - Hold On / Musty Freestyle Lyrics

(Ron Ron, do that shit)

Hold on, let me take my coat off
I just got five bands, 'cause a nigga got a boat off
I be spendin' hella money, yeah, I'ma show off
Ron Ron played the beat so you know I had to go off (go off)
Hold on, let me take my coat off
I just got five bands, 'cause a nigga got a boat off
I be spendin' hella money, yeah, I'ma show off
Ron Ron played the beat so you know I had to go off (go off)

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Bitch, I'm 'bout to set it off (grrah)
Pull the dick and tell your little shorty, "Neck it off"
Bag it like it's crystal meth, I'm sellin' Epsom salt
Bag of Percocets and bars, it's full of Fentanyl
Bitch, I'm steppin' on your neck and I ain't lettin' up (I ain't lettin' up)
It's a lick, I might regret, but f*ck it, set it up (lil' bitch)
Burn you like a cigarette, boy you can't hang with us
With that crazy shit, but I don't do no angel dust (nah)
F*ck the other side 'til death, them niggas lame as f*ck
Hunnid niggas in the club, we came in gang as f*ck (we gang as f*ck)
We them niggas with them AR's in the mosh pit
Hoe this gun came with a stick, don't own a stock clip (lil' bitch)
Your mama told you stay away from me, I'm toxic (bitch, I'm toxic)
Still might break in that bitch crib, just like a locksmith
Bitch, I'm Rob motherf*ckin' Vicious, you better pay attention (bitch, I'm Rob)
I don't even want to tote it if it ain't extended

Hold on, let me take my coat off
I just got five bands, 'cause a nigga got a boat off
I be spendin' hella money, yeah, I'ma show off
Ron Ron played the beat so you know I had to go off (go off)
Hold on, let me take my coat off
I just got five bands, 'cause a nigga got a boat off
I be spendin' hella money, yeah, I'ma show off
Ron Ron played the beat so you know I had to go off (go off)

They like, "All you talk about is them drugs"
That's what made a nigga rich, you think I give a f*ck?
Your girlfriend like it, she wetter than a tub
She wanna f*ck the plug, I'ma hit it just once
Bitch I'm gone off the mud, screamin', "Motherf*ck the judge"
Posted in the trap, you won't see me in the club
And if I walk through, guarantee I got a dub
I'm 'bout to f*ck your love, this the type of bitch you trust
Swallow it when I bust, keep it on the hush
I was gone off a bus, she was f*ckin' with the dust
And the Percs like Viagra, your bitch like Niagra Falls
Bent down her walls with the Glock in my drawls
Back in high school, I was f*ckin' hoes in the halls
But in elementary school, I knew I was made to ball
Only f*ck one time, you know I could never call
Free my youngins out the halls, I be tearin' down the malls

Hold on, let me take my coat off
I just got five bands, 'cause a nigga got a boat off
I be spendin' hella money, yeah, I'ma show off
Ron Ron played the beat so you know I had to go off (go off)
Hold on, let me take my coat off
I just got five bands, 'cause a nigga got a boat off
I be spendin' hella money, yeah, I'ma show off
Ron Ron played the beat so you know I had to go off (go off)

I don't rap beef, soul snatch that ass deep
Grim reaper, street sweeper, feet Neimans, speak to me
Codeine and Adderall, Bally bags and Taliban
I could've went to Alcatraz, niggas always talkin' bad
Please check the news clips, I do this, a nuisance
Wildin' out in traffic with a Uzi, on buffoonery
You cool as me, I do this shit, I'm stranglin' Judas's
Don't play with me, I'm chasin' niggas
Bitch, you bought the major leagues
Long stockin', Pippy Longstockin'
More problems, more bodies
Won't find 'em, Local 8's is gettin' crowded
I got Bally, I got Louis, I ain't really into Prada
Split medulla oblongata's, a couple way from a father
Abuse these Margielas, my jacket is Moncler
Celine rappers on my toes, these are not Air Forces
Mr. Everythin', I stood on thirty thousand on the floor
Three-sixty bust down and I was not doin' no shows
You need to go back to your hood 'cause we is not brin'in' no hoes
Chopsticks, mopsticks, Ralfy blindin' the moshpit
Disgustin', suck me, bitch the fit been musty
The nerve of me cursin', I'm slurrin', I'm curvin' these dirty birds
A five in a one, who the f*ck I think I'm Dirty Purp
GHEESY my people, drummer stinky bleachers
I break the internet with my freestyles from Pro Tools
Don't know you, these niggas really Venice Beach hobos
Rapper with a gun, I go bad, I got a drum
Spillin' bricks all up in Neimans, I be actin' up off mud
She said if you needed help then you should've asked for some
Twenty bands up on a bitch, bitch you should've been actin' up

They ask me how I'm feelin', my nigga I'm feelin' lovely
It must be, everywhere I go they wanna f*ck me
Musty, uh, my nigga who got that musty?
It must be OHGEES 'cause he stay servin' custy
They ask me how I'm feelin', my nigga I'm feelin' lovely
It must be, everywhere I go they wanna f*ck me
Musty, uh, my nigga who got that musty?
It must be OHGEES 'cause he stay servin' custy

(Free Drakeo, he ain't really do the crime really)