Kerser - 9 Outta 9 lyrics

[Verse 1:] My raps is a note thats a hundred letters Grew up way different so the c*nts won't get it While you was at school you was trying to pa** lots Rates was showing me how to weigh up a half oz My first choof i was 12 years old Felt hooked since then guess the world is cold Tip of the ice berg, tip of the ice berg Will be when the ice burns thinking back i turned 16 when i lit the pipe with b**bs at a bus stop round christmas night Back then sh** you see the crystal move Uneducated like it was the sh** to do I turned into a rap star proved them wrong I ain't need another pipe give me the doob or bong Imma move along call me the business man Cause I'm busy no rest thats a business plan [Hook:] Move on I'm the shinning bit, rhyming sick Time tick you can ride the dick Right tits, nice hips and she grinding it 9 hits outta 9 when my lines are spit Move on I'm the shinning bit, rhyming sick Time tick you can ride the dick Right tits, nice hips and she grinding it 9 hits outta 9 when my lines are spit [Verse 2:] Brake down on the sh** i say I got a different f**ing vibe for every single day We won't say what we don't need nah Eyes half closed you can blame the codeine brah Back on my king sh**, rap like a king sh** Wonder why they call me king, you hearing what a king is Big boss hustle, hustle the music And just like a dealer my customers abuse it Word play with a metaphor, i still root rap thats what it met her for Kiss the ring b**h, its the hand of a boss Beef sh** these days, sh** i dare them to cross Need it to sell I'm the one you still come after You oh so making money cos I'm numb with a gun On a hoodie that was worn by the kerser one If Kerser didn't rock the hoodie probably would of sold none Its all up [Hook:] Move on I'm the shinning bit, rhyming sick Time tick you can ride the dick Right tits, nice hips and she grinding it 9 hits outta 9 when my lines are spit Move on I'm the shinning bit, rhyming sick Time tick you can ride the dick Right tits, nice hips and she grinding it 9 hits outta 9 when my lines are spit [Verse 3:] Hot car without the number plates On the run for another f**ing hundred days My raps in ya brain, pull ya back out ya frame Now you gasping in pain i'm attacking the game This rap sh** here in Aus is mine If you want beef sweet, but not with rhymes Lets handle it the street way, send ya boys Come back beat up you were pretenders boys Let me tell you whats dangerous and fun Rates with a gun Mind set dangerous when i write like this The flows switching up like the lights on pigs Here me rip this sh** you should see me live Ya sets so dirty gotta clean my eyes Fresh sh** yeah ya know where to find it Head to the stores, find kers and buy it [Hook:] Move on I'm the shinning bit, rhyming sick Time tick you can ride the dick Right tits, nice hips and she grinding it 9 hits outta 9 when my lines are spit Move on I'm the shinning bit, rhyming sick Time tick you can ride the dick Right tits, nice hips and she grinding it 9 hits outta 9 when my lines are spit