Freestyle Finale
Let's do this shit right (clean maker exclusive)
You know, to be exact
This me and Big Pokey, last freestyle
Two of the best to ever do it
Let's ride
Don Ke on the mic once again (once again)
Yeah, I'm real cozy like a den in the drop (drop)
Sittin' on the leather (leather)
I wouldn't give a damn, I'ma shine any weather (weather)
Yeah, the candy gloss (gloss)
Sittin' like a boss (boss)
Crawlin' down the boulevard, summertime floss
Yeah, I'm in the lac (lac)
Leather in the back, I wouldn't give a damn
Slab king on the track and on the fuckin' car
I'ma start it, do it great
Niggas talkin' down, I'm still wetter than a lake
Wetter than an ocean, in slow motion
I wouldn't give a damn, I'ma, I'ma
Cause commotion on the block when a nigga raise up
Look at Don Ke got that purple in the cup
Purple in the gas, sittin' in my cigar
I wouldn't give a damn, I'm a neighborhood star
Herschelwood my block, I'm 'bout to clean up the flow
Don Ke freestyle King not a hoe
Everything slow, the drop movin' fast
I wouldn't give a damn, ninety thousand spent cash
That's that big Texas shit
You know, big gray tape classic cassette shit
Off the dome, no pen, no pass shit
Dina, talk to 'em
Yeah, got it in the stash
Yeah, I get they cash and a nigga move fast
Straight off the stone, crawling on they chrome
Talking on my phone, riding with a redbone
I set the tone, I'm a G nigga
Audible, the player call the flea flicker
Nigga, yeah, it's the Dina, I still rock arena
And playin' fuckin' games don't get popped up with the Nina
It's me, certified G
Nigga, get it in and get it off like a key
Zone for zone, nigga, and a nigga don't play
And where a nigga play this, where that motherfucker lay
He stay, I swear, I go and cop a pair
And niggas out here hatin', but it's hard, but it's fair
Yeah, I blow a square, put that bitch up in the air
Yeah, and I'm ridin', ridin' 'fist to drop the fuckin' spare
The fifth wheel, yeah
Nigga know this how to spliff feel
Wanna ride a ride nigga and I grip wheel
Wood grain, flossin' through the hood
Yellowstone, Texas, yeah it's all good
7-7-0-2-1, that shit gangsta
Yeah, it goin' down for real, them niggas wanksta
We wouldn't give a damn 'bout a hoe
Yeah, it goin' down, we gon' mash for them
Yeah, nigga
You know, to be exact
This me and Big Pokey, last freestyle
Two of the best to ever do it
Let's ride
Don Ke on the mic once again (once again)
Yeah, I'm real cozy like a den in the drop (drop)
Sittin' on the leather (leather)
I wouldn't give a damn, I'ma shine any weather (weather)
Yeah, the candy gloss (gloss)
Sittin' like a boss (boss)
Crawlin' down the boulevard, summertime floss
Yeah, I'm in the lac (lac)
Leather in the back, I wouldn't give a damn
Slab king on the track and on the fuckin' car
I'ma start it, do it great
Niggas talkin' down, I'm still wetter than a lake
Wetter than an ocean, in slow motion
I wouldn't give a damn, I'ma, I'ma
Cause commotion on the block when a nigga raise up
Look at Don Ke got that purple in the cup
Purple in the gas, sittin' in my cigar
I wouldn't give a damn, I'm a neighborhood star
Herschelwood my block, I'm 'bout to clean up the flow
Don Ke freestyle King not a hoe
Everything slow, the drop movin' fast
I wouldn't give a damn, ninety thousand spent cash
That's that big Texas shit
You know, big gray tape classic cassette shit
Off the dome, no pen, no pass shit
Dina, talk to 'em
Yeah, got it in the stash
Yeah, I get they cash and a nigga move fast
Straight off the stone, crawling on they chrome
Talking on my phone, riding with a redbone
I set the tone, I'm a G nigga
Audible, the player call the flea flicker
Nigga, yeah, it's the Dina, I still rock arena
And playin' fuckin' games don't get popped up with the Nina
It's me, certified G
Nigga, get it in and get it off like a key
Zone for zone, nigga, and a nigga don't play
And where a nigga play this, where that motherfucker lay
He stay, I swear, I go and cop a pair
And niggas out here hatin', but it's hard, but it's fair
Yeah, I blow a square, put that bitch up in the air
Yeah, and I'm ridin', ridin' 'fist to drop the fuckin' spare
The fifth wheel, yeah
Nigga know this how to spliff feel
Wanna ride a ride nigga and I grip wheel
Wood grain, flossin' through the hood
Yellowstone, Texas, yeah it's all good
7-7-0-2-1, that shit gangsta
Yeah, it goin' down for real, them niggas wanksta
We wouldn't give a damn 'bout a hoe
Yeah, it goin' down, we gon' mash for them
Yeah, nigga
Credits
Writer(s): Milton J. Powell, Marcus Edwards, Clayce Jr. Singletary
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