WuDak Yellow (Freestyle)

Lyrics

[Verse 1: U-God] Who put a Wu nigga on this track? Guess I'ma slaughter you When I had to rip this quick bars on deck Minus the autotune Blood on my Nikes, fistfight, selling that white This is for all the goons, bitch Sit on this dick, swallow and spit That's what you all to do Manhattan it with some [?] [?] Chanel over 5th & Madison Side line chicks get sent to the Radisson Spread that cream to my team, then vanishing Pop them doors and [?] Amsterdam Louis on the seats handcrafted by Dapper Dan A new classic bastards No tricks in '17 'cause the guns are clean And emigrate over [?] an Island Fake smiling in your face Catch cases with thoughts of violence That marketing fee is just a page in my rap degree It fit he dog organic now I'm top line pedigree Move like a centipede for enemies that's tryna put an end to me It's gonna take another ten times ten to me Do the math and get back to me It's U-G-O-D; fucking up the church money After this track you gon' need plenty racks Break that bang! ([?] another word homie) Still smell like overseas, ripped jeans, the smoke right, so high Off the edible green, while they sipping the lean All rap lives matter 'cause we living in dream This source is never depleted How value some say little conceited And I put a little salt on it But however do you want it? However do you need it, need it? Don't make repeat it - all soldier Money fold the ex-gunslinger Got me pissed off with chips on both shoulders It's just too many clones with a microphone And it's Wu! A lot of copies up dirty like Zu! After I'm gone when they be all/yawn like you And it say uptown hold the burst for me With the shot at young Cardi B