Big K.R.I.T. - Guillotine Flow (ft. Rapsody)

Guillotine Flow Lyrics

[Hook: Big K.R.I.T.]

You geekin’ huh? You geekin’ huh?

You geekin’ huh? You geekin’ huh?

Eh nigga this that guillotine flow

I’mma cut them niggas down, shorty, anything goes

Wasn't none of them niggas around, shorty

Now I’m on my king shit, C.R.E.A.M. shit

Eagle wing shit, bubble a high beam shit

Give ‘em that dope that fiends get



[Verse 1: Big K.R.I.T.]

5 star flow, been a while since I done bossed up

Round table talkin’ I’m seasoned so put the salt up

Get crossed up, I’m Crawford, you awful, give the ball up

We all in, no fallen’, from that platform, got tossed up

Like [sit here?] don’t worry about these others

If I let you push that foreign with fins that mean I love you

Put that shit to heart, played my part, 'til my closet's Noah’s ark

Gator toes, fox and furs, matching belt, life is hard

So I hit the strip money making KRIT

Used to bang for a block, now I’m on my acre shit

40 and a mule, anything else minuscule

I ain’t asking for your plate, I just wanna be full



[Hook: Big K.R.I.T.]

Shorty cause this that guillotine flow

I’mma cut them niggas down shorty, anything goes

Wasn't none of them niggas around, shorty

Now I’m on my king shit, C.R.E.A.M. shit

Eagle wing shit, bubble a high beam shit

Give ‘em that dope that fiends get

You geekin’ huh? You geekin’ huh?

You geekin’ huh? Yea you geekin’ huh?



[Verse 2: Big K.R.I.T.]

Serve it like some hubbers on the corners

To them geekers and them freakers and them stoners

That fiend for that very moment

Brakes were screeching like sneakers but the speakers

Was beating so loud nobody could peep it

They double back like “what you sold me?”

This shit here OG for the low-low, I can’t go forth without

Paying you more though cause I’m oh-oh-oh-oh-oh so high

That’s what I hear a lot but my product is real rock

Nirvana with the ear throb, if you need more you should try

Never stepped on upper echelon with the fire

Now run along, keep the line moving

Cause there’s more folks that wanna buy

And we got that, never sold out, can’t hold back supply

Unless you searching for that wack shit, I ain’t that type of guy



[Hook: Big K.R.I.T.]

Shorty cause this that guillotine flow

I’mma cut them niggas down shorty, anything goes

Wasn't none of them niggas around, shorty

Now I’m on my king shit, C.R.E.A.M. shit

Eagle wing shit, bubble a high beam shit

Give ‘em that dope that fiends get

You geekin’ huh? You geekin’ huh?

You geekin’ huh? Yea you geekin’ huh?



[Verse 3: Rapsody]

Rapsody, show me off like a trophy

Five finger rap a nigga but now I’m Kobe

I been lying low key but niggas been in the media

I know your life story without looking up Wikipedia

It costs a lot to be famous

Words don’t break bones but that don’t mean they ain’t painless

Steel sharpen steel but I don’t know if it’s stainless

Conversations with the older guys laying the game thick

Came in the game like Jameis on some fucker shit

Niggas ain't immortal, but living like fuck a bucket list

Became famous, get money, spend it on rubber tits

The real niggas I know all respectin’ the real shit

That’s the media, mama ain’t raise an idiot

Hollered at the Doc and my niggas is like “is you kidding me?”

Yea, game respect game, just promise when the fame come nigga, you won’t ever change

I’m in this Cam’ron pink, I look good in these streets don’t I?

Niggas talk shit like a nigga won’t pull up on ‘em

You know where I be, talkin’ Common rappin’ bout corners

I’m the black storm trooper all the whites folks mad at

Don’t like female rappers? You only mad you can’t bag that

Fuck you and your homeboy, security got ‘em

You want a rebound you better holler at Rodman

Need a dentist for that bullshit you talkin’ homie

You know I keep a new flow if you feelin’ tender on it

Hotline bling and ain’t nobody answering your calls

How meek of you niggas not to answer me at all, I feel a way

But the album comin’ so I’ll save it for another day

Calling me Rapsody, ain’t no Tigger though

Shouts to my left coast niggas out on Figueroa

To make it spark I ain’t need a trigger or a milli yo

All I ever needed was a trill guillotine flow



[Hook: Rapsody]

Shorty cause this that guillotine flow

I’mma cut them niggas down shorty, anything goes

Wasn't none of them niggas around, shorty

Shorty now I’m on my queen shit, C.R.E.A.M. shit

Eagle wing shit, bubble a high beam shit

Give ‘em that dope that fiends get

You geekin’ huh? You geekin’ huh?

You geekin’ huh? You geekin’ huh?

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