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Shoreline Mafia – Hold On / Musty Freestyle Lyrics

Hold On / Musty Freestyle By Shoreline Mafia

(Ron-Ron do that shit)

Hold on, let me take my coat off (AceTheFace)
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

Bitch, I’m ’bout to set it off (Rrah)
Pull the dick and tell your little shorty neck it off (Neck it off)
Bag it like it’s crystal meth, I’m selling epsom salt
Bag of Percocets and bars, it’s full of fentanyl
Bitch, I’m stepping on your neck and I ain’t lettin’ up (I ain’t lettin’ up)
It’s a lick I might regret, but fuck it, set it up (Lil’ bitch)
Burn you like a cigarette, boy, you can’t hang with us (Bah, bah)
With that crazy shit, but I don’t do no angel dust (Nah)
Fuck the other side to death, them niggas lame as fuck
Hundred niggas in the club, we came in gang as fuck
We them niggas with them ARs in the mosh pit (Rrah)
Ho, 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 motherfuckin Vicious (Bitch, I’m Rob Vicious)
You better pay attention
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 fuck?
Your girlfriend like it, she wetter than a tub
She wanna fuck the plug, I’ma hit it just once
Bitch, I’m gone off the mud, screamin’ motherfuck 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 fuck 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 fuckin’ with the dust
And them Percs like Viagra, your bitch like Niagara Falls
Beatin’ down her walls with a Glock in my drawers
Back in high school, I was fucking hoes in the halls
But in elementary school, I knew I was made to ball
Only fucked one time, you know I could never call
Free my youngins out the halls, I be tearin’ down the malls, ayy

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 snatcher, that’s 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 talking 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 strangling Judas’s
Don’t play with me, I’m chasing niggas, bitch, you bought the major leagues
Long stocking, Pippy Longstocking
More problems, more bodies, won’t find ’em
Local lakes is getting crowded
I got Bally, I got Louis, I ain’t really into Prada
Split medulla oblongatas, a couple wait from a father
Abusin’ these Margielas, my jacket is Moncler
Celine wrappers on my toes, these are not Air Forces
Mr. Everything, I stood on thirty thousand on the floor
Three-sixty bust down and I was not doing no shows
You need to go back to your hood ’cause we is not bringing no hoes
Chopsticks, mopsticks, Ralfy blinding the moshpit
Disgusting, suck me, bitch, the ‘fit been musty
The nerve of me cursing, I’m slurring, I’m curving these dirty birds
A five in a one, who the fuck I think I’m Dirty Purp?
Gheesy my peoples, Drummer Stincy Beaches
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
Spilling bricks all up in Neimans, I be acting up off mud
She said, “If you needed help, then you should’ve asked for some”
Twenty bands up on a bitch, bitch, you shouldn’t’ve been acting up

They ask me how I’m feeling, my nigga, I’m feeling lovely
It must be, everywhere I go, they wanna fuck me
Musty, uh, my nigga, who got that musty?
It must be Ohgees ’cause he stay serving custys
They ask me how I’m feeling, my nigga, I’m feeling lovely
It must be, everywhere I go, they wanna fuck me
Musty, uh, my nigga, who got that musty?
It must be Ohgees ’cause he stay serving custys

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