Lock Jaw (freestyle) Lyrics - Big K.r.i.t.

Feel like I shoulda put a grill in for this one 

They hollin Krizzle where you been? I been outchea on it 

Studio going 

Kicking and flowing 

3 in the morning 

Trying to make something worth it cuz most this rap shit ain't working 

Im fully focused on clowning these clowning clowns for the circus 

Ugh 

Im just trying to ride to city I ain't never been 

And get that club appearance money that's too much to spend 

And buy another old school and sit it on some rims 

And hit the nearest KOD and throw it in the wind 

Hell it was tax free 

Ill blow all that shit before they tax me 

The ticket for today that other ticket last week 

We talking prices you don't like then don't ask me 

Cuz every time I kick a verse the purse go higher and higher 

I make a beat and rap on it that's like fire to fire 

When most these lames was in they feelings I was rotating tires 

Selling country shit when the label said that they wouldn't buy tit 

Like why would you deny it? 

Them niggas get livest when I get on my live shit I might start a riot 

Despite my empire you act like im lying 

I on the top 5 bitch and wasn't even trying 

Ugh 

They drop the ball all they want and ima pick it up, windmill, 360, behind the back but that just ain't enough 

Im left to shoot the shot one on the clock 

Im living for the clutch 

A nigga that don't understand the game someone that I can't trust 

I hold us down and flip a fame a how that I can't fuck 

When you king Midas with the flow some shit you just can't touch 

Gold twankies im out here swanging on these hoes 

Multi be the gang im outchea banging on these hoes 

No half stepping Big Daddy Kaning on these hoes 

Mo money mo money im Daymond Wayans on these hoes 

For the 2 thousands 

Ima buy what I want while you browsing 

We set the standard higher than a giant standing on two mountains 

I built my ship to ride the wave im like who drowning? 

Now days the bag of hot potatoes my nigga like you counting 

Too much, wrist hurtin, how much? ain't certain? 

Gotta break it down use the money counter and watch out for these niggas lurking 

This crack the house spittin dollas in the game got these bitches twerking 

Multi till the sun die 

Bitch 12 for 12 with these verses 

KRIZZLE 

KRIZZLE 

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