Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Freeway, artist - The Game. Album song Block Wars, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 28.07.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Entertainment One
Song language: English
Freeway |
I’ll read you a bedtime story, you can get your ass tucked in |
Walking down Wilmington, my bandanna tucked in |
Shooting out the window at my enemies, like fuck them |
Empty out the clip then I’m hopping on that 110 |
Freeway, that i10 freeway |
To that 405 freeway, and that 101 freeway |
Get your fucking body tossed off that freeway |
Only Cali nigga with a beard like Freeway |
Well James Harden too, but you know where he stay |
Where my heat stay, chop a nigga like a cheesecake over these gates |
It’s the projects, Pyrex for them objects, move waste so I flex |
Lord of the Rings, told them text for them high bets |
God bless the P9, stretch them niggas here today |
Gone tomorrow, etch-a-sketch them niggas |
18th streets to the grapes |
Niggas catching bodies over Jordan 5 grapes |
Is it worth it? |
Yeah when you born worthless |
Catch the bus to Beverly Hills and snatch purses |
Preachers calling serpents when they worship, so it’s us against them |
Let the steam hit the skin when that pot working |
From random tears to chandeliers |
Pouring 40s for my peers, but my enemies |
I’ll read you a bedtime story, you can get your ass tucked in |
Walking down Wilmington, my bandanna tucked in |
Shooting out the window at my enemies, like fuck them |
Empty out the clip then I’m hopping on that 110 |
Freeway, that i10 freeway |
To that 405 freeway, and that 101 freeway |
Now I’m on that 105 freeway |
Heading to that 710 freeway |
Chickens on the move, nigga it’s a relay |
I got them unmarked bills in that briefcase with that new face in that blue tape |
Throwing Wingstop up out my window |
You don’t like my flow, I guess it’s time to switch the tempo |
I can pull a model bitch inside of Bento, fresh as Mentos |
Where you get them Js? |
Jordan sent those |
Got my Glock cocked 'case a nigga think he fit those |
Then his shit blow like it’s endo, over them custom kicks though |
Hot then cold, hot chain then froze, but it’s play to end goal |
Riding round in those |
Red Octobers in July, got 'em, you lie, you ran puddles |
Peyton Manning with the cannon, nigga no huddle |
Noah butter, when you the king of the square, it’s no trouble |
When the city love you but them haters nigga |
I’ll read you a bedtime story, you can get your ass tucked in |
Walking down Wilmington, my bandanna tucked in |
Shooting out the window at my enemies, like fuck them |
Empty out the clip then I’m hopping on that 110 |
Freeway, that i10 freeway |
To that 405 freeway, and that 101 freeway |