Kid Tini - Go To Freestyle Lyrics

verse 1
All my haters ain't shit
Quick, give that boy a laxative
I'm not here by accident
'Cause daddy rich, I'm adamant
They said if you backpack rapping
You ain't banking it
But I'm in my bag in it
'Bout to change the narrative
Find me where the action is
Actually rap with savages
Need to check the balance
I son them and pay for damages
On the road to riches
And we don't need no more passengers
Even Steven Rogers is cappin'
I'm who the captain is
See but we don't need a casino to get a bag of chips
We know we don't mean no Doritos
We try to snatch in it
But is it worth it, it irks me
I seldom ponder
From spitting 'cause I loved it
To doing it 'cause I aught'a
See standing off of the line on the side is not what I ordered
But if we ain't even promised tomorrow
Why even bother
'Cause you can do it all
Lessons, I've been through 'em all
Didn't want my number when I wasn't no one you would call
Well I guess you were wrong
Thought you're funny with my tens
I give them dummies
Hopping on a wagon so I threw 'em off
Too legit, know exactly who it is
Disturbing all the peace in the city, no Jerusalem
Bitch I'm on my bully shit
All my niggas hooligans
Y'all don't want no beef
Simply put, these niggas too chicken
Look at them, they worry 'bout a hoe
I'm focusing on their goal
The gate is guarded by keepers
I peep them but fuck them all
Just know when I bring her home
She smelling like my cologne
Dickin' her, make a flick
She'll be digging up on her phone
But keeping it on the low
Damn right, I'm a cold dude
Yeah I'm in a team
But it seem I could coach you
Heard of niggas looking for the meanest with the flow
I'm the motherfucking final destination
I'm the GOAT
Watch how you approach dude
Sing, rap, trappin'
I could even fuck with old school
Bottom line is if you need a fix, I go the Pro Tools
Put me in a vocal booth
If you want smoke show your face so I know it's you
Quotables on quotables
But only if I notice you
Doing what I'm 'posed to do
I fuck around and ghost for you
'Cause with the raps I got no ?
Yeah the flow cold but the hoes hot
With the skill I got everything they don't got
Verses going over niggas' heads like a drone shot
That's way too real
Find me sippin' on dirty sprite
I'm way too ill
Yeah I'm way too on
You can not fuck the hustle, bitch
It's way too strong, motherfucker