Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wow Freestyle , by - Jay Rock. Song from the album Redemption, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 14.06.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Top Dawg
Song language: English
Wow Freestyle |
| Ayy, K. Dot |
| (Yay-yay) |
| Can we get it how we used to get it like when Top had the red Charger? |
| Can we get it how we used to get it like when Top had the red Charger? |
| Can we get it how we used to get it? |
| Cap on, and I got racks on |
| Spend four nights in a country I like |
| Then take my rich ass back home |
| Glow so bright, I could make moonlight |
| See this ain’t like your pheromones |
| Blew one, big gun, baritone |
| Who won? |
| We won, yeah, holmes |
| We old school like Capitol |
| My old school made doctor note |
| My old school made hard knock |
| Black on black, my coupe and strap |
| I ain’t ballin' on the hard top, I told y’all to call Top |
| Now my number call blocked, I don’t miss, I call shot |
| Hold up, yeah, cap on and I got racks on (And I got racks on) |
| And I produce that diesel, I could put Shaq on (I could put Shaq, ayy) |
| Nigga, your bitch gon' leave you, you ain’t got backbone (You ain’t got, |
| hold up) |
| I don’t rely on people, I just go and bread chase, whoa |
| This so fuckin' dope, I might catch a fed case, whoa |
| You ain’t gettin' money, nigga, then you dead weight, whoa |
| Got the drop on 'em, there he go, checkmate, whoa |
| We go drop on 'em, y’all better play it safe, whoa |
| Cap on, and I got racks on |
| Don’t be bitter, your dope they reconsider, that shit be stepped on |
| Eastside Johnny way out that project building, I get my rep on |
| Fuck your feelin', no question bitch, I kill it, I bring that check home |
| We old school like domino, my old school made lawyers know |
| My old school a match box, black on black, bad bitch in the back |
| We ballin' on a hard top, Dot told y’all to call Top |
| Now my number call blocked, we don’t miss, we call shots |
| Swervin', I pay 'em no mind because I curve 'em |
| She said I look way better in person |
| I told her I do better when I’m workin' |
| You scared motherfucker? |
| Go to churches |
| Right back in this bitch, take a flick, ho, what’s happenin'? |
| Yeah |
| We don’t politic, money clip like it’s fashion, yeah |
| Me and Rock go back like flippin' mattresses |
| Me and Dot go back like knockin' addresses |
| Cap on, cap on, drum hold thirty, no add-on |
| Lil' Man-Man not the one to go bad on |
| Big kickstand fold out when you lack on |
| You ain’t no man, you a mouse in a rat hole |
| I hold band, whole stack, that’s factual |
| Called Big Ten on a island bashful |
| Fuck your plan, I’ma burn that castle |
| Fuck that clan, I’ma burn that task force |
| It’s sick murder when I say go |
| Hoppin' out that van with the black ski mask |
| And a great big burner when I say go |
| Man I took my chance in the paint like that |
| Let’s see how further it might go |
| And it just might hurt you when I go |
| And my name might curse you when I go, bitch |
| God, we trust |
| Fear no man but in God, we trust |
| Both palm in hand, prayin' I stay up |
| I know you try your best but it’s not like us, wow |
| Oh you say you got a bad one? |
| Wow |
| I can tell you never had one, wow |
| We back to back actin' maney, wow |
| Eastside Johnny goin' stupid, stupid, stupid, wow |