Wow Freestyle Lyrics - Jay Rock

Ayy K. Dot 

Yeah, yeah 

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? 

Cap on, and I got racks on, 

Spent four nights in the country I like 

Then I take my rich ass back home 

Blow so bright, I could make make moonlight 

See this ain't like your pheromones, 

Blew one, big gun, bare tone 

Who won? We won, you're home, we old school like capitol 

My old school made doctor note, 

My old school made hard knock 

Black on black, my coupe ain't strap, 

I ain't balling on these hard tops 

I told y'all to call Top, now my number call blocked 

I don't miss, I call shot 

Hol' up, yeah 

Cap on and I got racks on (and I got racks on) 

And I produced that diesel, 

I could put Shaq on (I could put Shaq, ayy) 

Nigga, your bitch gon' leave, 

You ain't got a backbone (you ain't got, hol' up) 

I don't rely on people, I just go and bread chase 

Wow, this so fucking dope, I might catch a fed case 

Wow, you ain't getting money, nigga, then you dead weight 

Wow, got the drop on 'em, there he go, checkmate 

Wow, we go drop on 'em, y'all better play it safe 

Wow 

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Cap on, and I got racks on 

Don't be bitter, you're dope, 

They reconsider that shit, be stepped on 

Eastside Johnny way out that project 

But then 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 made lawyers know 

My old school a match box 

Black on black, bad bitch in the back, 

We ballin' on a hard top 

Dot told y'all to call Top 

Now my number call blocked 

We don't miss, we call shots, swerving 

I pay 'em no mind 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 

Photos 

Right back in this bitch, take a flick 

Hoe, what's happening (yeah), we don't politic 

Money clip, like it's fashion (yeah) 

Me and Rock go back like, flipping matresses 

Me and Dot go back like knocking adresses 

Cap on, cap on, drum hold thirty, no add-on 

Lil' man mad, don't wanna go bad on 

Big heat stamp 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 

Call big ten on a island bashful 

Fuck your plane, 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 a black ski mask 

And a great big murder when I say go 

Man, I took my chance, and I paint like that 

let' 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 

In 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, I can tell you never had one 

Wow, we back to back acting manie 

Wow, east-side Jhonny going stupid, stupid, stupid 

Wow