Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Congrats Freestyle , by - Russ. Release date: 09.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Congrats Freestyle |
| Yeah, the more beef than the less bread |
| Uh, quiet women give the best head |
| Rappers doin' dope, went from trying to be like Hov' |
| Now they’d rather rock and roll and be like Led Zepp' |
| Linsanity the way I shocked the game |
| Momma hoppin' out the Bentley, sister hoppin' out the Range |
| Stop the blame for my entourage, just stop droppin' names |
| And you gon' stop getting dropped and mollywhopped by the gang |
| Do your thang, just keep me out of it |
| My money does gymnastics, man, I’m tryna make some houses flip |
| The sound of shit hittin' the fan turns me on |
| 'Cause I just been addicted to chaos since early on |
| I’ve surely gone off the ledge a couple times by now |
| Pandemic hit, rappers sellin' sex right now |
| I don’t gangbang, but trust me, bro, I’m set right now |
| Real bosses don’t need to chase a check right now |
| It’s for the best right now, you go broke so you can wake up |
| You struggling, your labelhead is somewhere in Jamaica |
| Eatin' jerk chicken, drinking Appleton rum |
| Fix your mind state, that’s when all the capital comes |
| Fake titties feel like rocks, I like the natural ones |
| I like a girl who gives me head without me asking for some |
| Way to step up to the plate and take initiative |
| Peace of mind, the only thing that’s on my Christmas list |
| Business is boomin', Ruben, I ain’t stutter |
| My career ain’t reach its climax yet, I ain’t Usher |
| I’m not your brother 'cause we took a pic |
| You must be higher than when Snoop handed me kush to hit |
| Shush a bitch swiftly, shh, it’s me |
| I could teach you how to be a player, Chris Brickley |
| Pick me ass bitches on the timeline making Alfredo |
| Posting quotes they don’t live by, thinking they Plato |
| Y’all ain’t foolin' anyone except the dumb ones |
| Whole game is Wayne, Drake, Future, Young Thug sons |
| I just skipped customs 'cause I took a jet |
| I’ma eat forever, I took equity, you took a check |
| Short term dough, not lookin' past your nose |
| Lotta y’all don’t listen to Nipsey and it shows |
| You get around a bad bitch, you quick to make a post |
| I can tell you didn’t get pussy when you were broke |
| Me, I keep it on the low 'cause the mystique is player |
| I don’t care about the hate shit, I was sixteen with haters |
| Tryna diss me for paper, end up backfiring |
| We gon' take your diamonds, make your eyes look like sapphires |
| But I’m tryna chill on the violence |
| Well connected, pressin' rappers at wireless |
| Why you tryna fight me? |
| You should try to fight your stylist and management |
| I can’t argue with people who think it’s fly to buy the mannequin |
| Low taste, don’t talk to me |
| Fuck a Uber, bitch, walk to me, show me that you want it |
| Yeah, I brag about tickets, plaques and ownership, sue me |
| Y’all brag about Moncler and Gucci on your body |
| So how come I’m the only one who gets called cocky? |
| As if rap isn’t braggadocios |
| At least what I brag about can get you bags |
| Instead of handin' over cash to someone racist who just uses y’all for black |
| promotion (Damn) |
| Way to stick it to the man |
| You really showed him by putting cash in his hand |
| Walked out the store then you post him on the 'Gram |
| Now your fans are his fans |
| The cycle repeats, congrats, stupid |