Wow Freestyle

Lyrics

[Intro: Jay Rock & Kendrick Lamar] 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? (TrapAdix) [Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar] 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'm 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, woah This so fuckin' dope, I might catch a fed case, woah You ain't gettin' money, nigga, then you dead weight, woah Got the drop on 'em, there he go, checkmate, woah We go drop on 'em, y'all better play it safe, woah [Verse 2: Jay Rock] 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 feeling, no question, bitch, I kill it, I bring that check home We old-school like domino, my old-school make lawyers know My old-school a matchbox Black on black, bad bitch in the back, we ballin' on the hard top Dot told y'all to call Top Now my number call blocked, we don't miss, we call shots (TrapAdix) 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 [Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar & Jay Rock] 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 an 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 [Outro: Kendrick Lamar] 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), wow (Wow) I can tell you never had one, wow (Wow) We back to back, actin' maney (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt), wow (Wow) Eastside Johnny goin' stupid, stupid, stupid, wow