Wowski (FREESTYLE FRIDAY VOL. 1)

Lyrics
[Intro] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay Huh [Verse] Okay This that motherfuckin' clear the room (Clear it) Something's finna happen, I'ma make it clear to you I'm goin' ninety-five and passin', hydroplanin', steerin' through A bunch of guppies movin' funny, when they duck it, fear the truth I'm goin' public with my fuck y'all, fuck 'bout how I come off I was burnin' CDs, sellin' candy out my lunchbox And tryna get this one shot, fuckin' up the fun, dawg Still weary 'round the straps from watchin' accidental gun— Who the fuck you tryna stunt on? We the kids, the stuntman Folks who see the ring of fire, spark a blunt and jump in And young, you get accustomed (Yeah), happiness, dysfunction And credit that from trips they should've nevеr took, but fuck it We just tryna see something (Uh-huh), we just want a piеce of it (Uh-huh) We just want you ask questions before you get us suggested (Uh-huh) I just wan' chalk with my cousin (Uh-huh), said I'm stressed in my letter (Uh-huh) I'ma send it like, "Why the hell would I say that? Make edits" But with this shit, I got no hesitation (Yeah) or no reservations (Yeah) Y'all be gassin' surface-level lames like they some fucking saviors Really, y'all can fuckin' save it Like keep the chain, tuck your faces [?] [?] way too long and we gon' up the pacin' Can't even control my wrath, mix tequila, cognac (Ha) If my dick is in the building, then it need a throat attached (Ha-ha) You can really hold the laugh (Ha-ha), you don't even know the path (Yah) If I'm ever actin' broke, it's 'cause I fuckin' own my raps (Motherfucker) Yeah, run it back like yeah, I own this shit (Uh-huh) Behind a hippie bitch like stickers that say coexist (Ha-ha) Huh, yeah, we used to get the spodie lit (We did) Now I'm rooftop-drunk, curvin' the Chloe quit (Bye-bye) Yeah, whatever city, state or coast and shit (Whatever) I'm the coldest in that bitch and you gon' know this shit (On God) Yeah, you smokin' rock if you ain't noticed it But I'ma have y'all itchin' necks, go 'head and quote this shit [Chorus] Like wowski, allow me at your [?], used to run a hit [?] with that twenty-five thouski Now I just want mercy for these demons all around me I got demons all around me, I got demons all, yuh Like wowski, allow me at your [?], used to run a hit [?] with that twenty-five thouski Now I just want mercy for these demons all around me I got demons all, I got— [Outro] Like [?] in the dark
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Credits
- Writers
- Travis Thompson