Name: No Stylus by Lil Sha
Duration: 2 min 25 s
Description: Lil Sha proves size and age don’t matter when the bars come heavy and the delivery cuts deep. Lil but Lethal is his debut EP a razor-sharp introduction to a new voice in hip-hop that blends youthful energy with grown man wordplay.

back again 😎 i really wanted to start the year off putting this album in motion — #tookalittleminutenowimbacktome #dhOTW

I'm so pretty in the face It's giving Vixyn
Nigga somewhere gagging 'cause he lost me 
Now he miss it

DeeHeaux in yo city for a day 
Now come and kiss it

Only if you paying 
If you not, you know I'm dissing!

Just give me residuals 
Catch me on my digitals

Just give me some space 
Not tryna lay up with no dizzy ho

Yell it in his face Like he was deaf
But do you hear me though?

Heard you talking shit But with my clothes on, bitch
Like really though?

Black and white Like ying and yang
Cruella coating it
That mean I'm the balance 
Check the system, ain't no coke in it

Just me and my bitches In the section, motor boating it

You know that they hating 
Do like auntie, steady toting it

They hate it 'cause we confident 
Good shape, and we flaunting it

You could never come for this 
Too many niggas sponsoring

That's because my waist small 
Like Teenie

Big booty 
A genie

Nigga dying 
He need me

Watching me 
Like TV

Told them hoes 
Gotta geaux!

Old friends pressed, I know
These niggas a no

Put me on da beat 
I flow

Bitch so pretty 
Heart cold like snow

Where my dough? 
Rocking The Row

Told that nigga 
I'ma need 'bout four

Loverboy beanie 
Ricky O for the toe

Rocking hot shit 
These hoes don't know

Listen…

Man I just had to come on here and talk my shit
It's been a minute, a hot one

Oozing Summertime, we cruising

Nigga steady goopin 
Gagging at how I do it

You just number two 
And I'm the one that they rooting

Hurting beats, 
I'm bruising Never slipping, they choosing

I'm so pretty in the face 
It's giving Vixyn

Nigga say I'm pretty in the face 
It's giving Vixyn

Nigga say I'm pretty in the face 
It's giving Vixyn

Nigga somewhere gagging 
'Cause he know what he been missing

Uh

VIXYN

It’s giving face 
It’s giving body 
Bitch I’m really giving vixen 

All bitches hella grimey 
Put my faggots on a mission 

I be dog walking these niggas bae 
In Balenciagas 
MY TRADE FROM OUTWEST 
AND HE A CHIRAQ PISTOL POPPER 
I do my dance 
Bitch i do my dance 
Hands all on toes 
That lil bitch she do her shit 
I swear to god i do the most 
I KEEP THEM NIGGAS HEAD BOPPIN
BASS KNOCKIN’
THEY PLAYING MY SONG 
FUCKING WITH THEM LYRICS 
HOW I SPIT IT IM TURNING HIM ON
-
NOW SHAKE FOR ME 
SHAKE DA SHAKE FOR ME 
I KNOW U STRICTLY TOPPING 
BUT DO YOU GOT CAKE FOR ME? 
WHEN ALL THESE NIGGAS 
PAUSING 
IS YOU GONE PRESS PLAY FOR ME 
IS YOU A REAL SHOOTER
FUCK AROUND AND SPRAY FOR ME 

THATS WHAT I LIKE NIGGA
OH YOU MY TYPE NIGGA 
FUCK MINKZKAOIR GAURENTEED 
TO GETCHA LIFE NIGGA 
HE SAY THAT BUSSY ROLLING
ROLLIN LIKE SOME DICE NIGGA
ME AND HOES GOT THAT SHIT
THAT GETCHA RIGHT NIGGA 

THAT NIGGA HE MY TYPE 
THAT NIGGA YEAH HE TYPE 
THAT NIGGA MIGHT JUST BUSS OPEN
BITCH AND GIVE ME LIFE

He My Type FT (Una)

Dance no more 



Put on these jimmy choo
Step out my stripper shoes 
THINK ITS TIME TO LEAVE DA GAME 
MAN THIS SHIT JUST AINT DA SAME 

I DONT WANNA DANCE NO MOE 
I DONT WANNA DANCE 
No, I DONT WANNA DANCR NO MOE
NO I DONT WANNA DANCE 

I GOT THIS LIKKA IN MY CUP 
 DJ TURN ME UP 
DANCING IS MY PASSION 
BUT ID RATHER BE RAPPINGGGG

I DONT WANNA DANCE NO MOE 
I DONT WANNA DANCE 
I DONT WANNA DANCR NO MOE
NO I DONT WANNA DANCE 

Rap verse: 

STRIP CLUB & DOLLA BILLS 
NIGGAS FEELING ON THIS ASS 
THEY TRYNNA IF MY SHIT REAL 

I PUT IN WORK FOR THIS BBL 
JUST TRYNNA SEE A RISE IN MY RECORD 
SELLS 

GOTTA GET THIS NIGGA OFF ME 
BUT RESPECT TO DA LAH 
GOTTA PRAY THIS NIGGA OFF ME
MAN IM PRAYING TO ALAH 
 
PUT THAT PUSSY ON A NIGGA 
WATCH HIM GET RIGHT 
BUT IM STILL LONLEY
I AINT HEARD FROM HIM SINCE LAST 
NIGHT

I FELL IN LOVE AT THE STRIP CLUB 
WANNA TELL MY BITCHES BUT THEM
HOES JUDGE 

RATHER SHAKE MY ASS 
REAL BITCHES WE GET THE MONEY
10 YEARS IN THIS SHIT
AINT NOTHING LEFTT IN HERE FOR ME

Dont Wanna Dance

Lyrics
I’m too busy talkin’ my shit, countin’ these licks, fuck all that humble,
I came from somethin’, but I ain’t preachin’ nah, I just rumble.
Flex like a champ, I don’t mumble, ice got me cold, no bundle,
Yo favorite rapper’s favorite rapper still get pressed and they gon stumble.

I’m lit like backwoods sparkin’, pop out clean, no bargain,
These bitches thirsty, they stalkin’, I just hit once, then park it.
Niggas be tweakin’ for clout, I call they bluff, they harmless,
They postin’ straps on ig, real life, they ain’t on shit.
They ain’t they ain’t on shit!

Chrome on the buckle, Off-White tags, I’m steppin’ real disrespectful,
Fuck a co-sign, I been official your top 5 look regretful.
Tell that lil boy don’t drop no diss, he better come correctful,
’Cause if I get in mode, I write his death in some fuckin pencil.

I don’t do threats, I do damage, I don’t do cliques, I do bandits,
You pop on TikTok once, now you think you out here demandin’?
I’ve been the one, no scandal, got hoes in ATL to Kansas,
My shit get played and quoted, while yours get skipped and vanished.

I’m that nigga, you know that every verse I spit, on that,
Put my foot on beats  soul-snatch, drop a hit, then go Kodak.
too busy, bitch, don’t call back, I’m with a freak and im gettin’ throwback,
In the ‘Boro like I’m Bojack, kill a verse don’t post no throwback.

I’m petty, I’m cocky, I’m rich in tone and ready,
Fuck your set, your crew, your manager, and that weak ass Chevy.
I don’t fear no threat, no envy, got me green like Grove, no Benny,
He talk too much, he friendly I send a text, he empty.

I be goin’ stupid, still ain’t drop nothin’ full that’s scary,
Y’all be rappin’ like y’all scared to flex, this ain’t missionary.
I’m on demon time, no cap, I’m breakin’ hearts like February,
And if he sub me one more time, I might do him very dirty.

Uh Sha don’t play that industry cool , I diss you clean in interviews,
Say my name wrong once, I turn that mic to a  fuse.
I been runnin’ laps round these niggas in my tennis shoes,
And still look fly as hell, like I missed the flight  too.

Busy

Lil Sha proves size and age don’t matter when the bars come heavy and the delivery cuts deep. Lil but Lethal is his debut EP a razor-sharp introduction to a new voice in hip-hop that blends youthful energy with grown man wordplay.

No Stylus

Warning Shot

Jump Off Freestyle

Listen to our debut song featuring our CEO/FOUNDER: MARIIMILAN, our creative director/artist: Lil Sha , and our other 2 artists: RON MONTANA and Lil V

TRYNA STEP

I made that bitch Marceline,
I put that hoe in Celine.
I’m not gunna, but fuck, do you mean?

I got a really big team,
We chasing really big dreams.
Keep a Drake, and it’s gonna sing,
My pocket bust out the seams.
I’m making hits, and I don’t gotta swing.

All of my diamonds, they flash,
She asking me, “Am I Kai? Cenat?” (In my car did i seen that) 
You don’t get money, like, where is yo green at?
Who got my back? Where can I pour? Where can I lean at?
If I said it, that means I really did mean that.
My niggas shooting, but tell me, where is the scene at?
Stitched all these niggas, like, where is the seams at?
Schooling these niggas, like, where is the dean at?

I got a fashion habit,
If I see it, I gotta have it.
Money, the root of all evil,
And none of my racks is average.
21 deep, yeah, I stay with the savage.
I get ’em gone like poof, it was magic.
Carry these niggas, they say that I’m ravish.
I heard yo last drop, that shit was so tragic.

Money, the root of all evil,
You see it consuming the people. (x4)

I made that bitch Marceline,
I put that hoe in Celine.
I’m not gunna, but fuck, do you mean?

I got a really big team,
We chasing really big dreams.
Keep a Drake, and it’s gonna sing,
My pocket bust out the seams.
I’m making hits, and I don’t gotta swing.

I got a fashion habit,
If I see it, I gotta have it.
Money, the root of all evil,
And none of my racks is average.
21 deep, yeah, I stay with the savage.
I get ’em gone like poof, it was magic.
Carry these niggas, they say that I’m ravish.
I heard yo last drop, that shit was so tragic.

No Stylus

Lil Sha

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