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Letra : Back on the Wok Freestyle
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
F**k that sh*t
B*t*h I'm-
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Okay, huh
Off of the Molly, I'm bussin'
I don't talk sh*t, I don't do no discussion
Run up on me, then that choppa is rumbling
Ball on that b*t*h like the OKC Thunder
Freestyle off the top it ain't nothin'
Sh*t on that b*t*h, I think she need a plunger, uh
I eat the beat like I'm hungry
High off the b*t*h, I think I got the munchies, uh
Percocet pop, got yo' b*t*h in the back and she giving me top in the Cadillac, uh
Talkin' that sh*t 'til I pull up with Brodie
Ridin' that gun likе a cattle back, uh
Talkin' that sh*t 'til I pull up with Brodie
He shoot at yo' facе and I bat yo' back, uh
Hit you in the chest no asthma attack
I don't got time for the battle rap, uh
You'll come back when your done doing your hair?
Bet that
Hit him in his face, he forget that
You know where the sh*t at, uh
Run up in yo' trap, where the sh*t at? Huh
Designer on me, no mismatch, uh
Break the b*t*h off no KitKat, uh
She get slapped like a pimp named Slipback
Pull up on- Ooh
I'm back on that Wok'
You run up on me you get shot
I kill a n***a like a white cop
You run up on me you get popped
Choppa from Black Ops
I'm gon' take stand like a black cop
Man, I'm roaming with my mans
Prolly in Japan
Had to sleep on the flight, eleven hours off a Xan
I used to pour the Wok', by the eighth, I was in a trance
Had to stop it for a second, now I'm back hittin' that dance
Back on that Wok', yeah, uh, back on that Wok', yeah, tuh
Juiced up like 'Pac, yeah, juiced up like 'Pac, yeah, huh
Back on that Wok', yeah, huh, you will get shot, yeah, huh
I'm off the uppers, I don't give a f**k, Molly I pop, yeah, huh
Ayy, huh, servin' them rocks, poppin' them rocks
I got yo' b*t*h on my c*ck, huh
Diamonds with rocks, n***a just stop
I see the fake in yo' watch, huh
You was a cop, you was an opp
F**kin' with me, you get popped, huh
I go to Gucci, maybe Raf Simmons If a n***a wanna shop, uh
Back on that Wok' again, yeah, hand on my Glock again, yeah
Her mouth on my c*ck again, yeah, I keep on conquering, yeah
I'm in the club with a .40, yeah
Came in the club with my shorty, yeah
My gun hot and horny, yeah, that's a different story, yeah
Ayy, I ball out, feel like a Laker, b*t*h
I sip the Henny, no chaser, b*t*h
My gun is full of lead, Ironic, 'cause it'll just get to erasing sh*t
F**k with n***as on that racist sh*t
Run up on me, get to blazin' sh*t
Jackie Chan kush in my Swisher, goddamn, I smoke 'til look like an Asian kid
Aha-ha-ha-ha
Back on that Wok'
Back on the opps
Bow-bow-bow-bow-bow-blaow-blaow
I'm rollin'
Back on my opp block, huh, pull up to the opp block, huh
I need some top, top
Run up on me got a Glock, Glock, huh
B*t*h on my c*ck, c*ck, huh
Gon' suck my c*ck, uh
Just 'cause yo' boyfriend walked in the room, don't mean you can stop, nah, huh, ayy
Sh*t, I'm gonna f**k her face 'til she get lockjaw, huh
Hit her from the back so good, she screaming out, "Oh my God", huh
Baby, I'm far from God, huh
Really, I'm just being modest, huh
I pray to God every day for forgiveness, I know sometimes I ain't that honest, huh
I keep on flyin', I'm flyin' out tryin', they callin' that sh*t autopilot, uh
Gun a Librarian and a Barbarian, b*t*h, yeah, it came with the silence, yeah
I'm going hard off the Xanies and Percies, you lil' n***as just need to try it, huh
Feel like Rick Ross or somethin', my pockets fat, they don't need no diet, ayy
Feel like 2 Chains or somethin', with this new Draco, I'm gon start a riot, ayy
N***as talk stupid to me, It ain't nothin' for me to leave them dying, ayy
Leave they momma cryin', ayy, families traumatized, ayy
Presidential Rollie, see it through Obama's eyes, ayy
I can't believe that n***a Trump is president for what?
I mean the sh*t is kinda f**ked up
But I'm still rich so who give a f**k
I can't say that, 'cause I care
And I got n***as that's still in the trenches
I can't pay for everybody, get the winnings
They gotta get it to themselves, gotta get it, uh
I'ma talk my sh*t and back it up
Pull up in that all-black, black, Acura
I shoot, ain't too accurate, Ironic, accurate in the Acura
Talkin' that sh*t you can't catch us, uh
You will need more than some backup, uh
All my n***as be axing questions
Like they throwing hatches, uh, ayy
Try us if you want, 'cause my n***as in the back
And my n***as in the front, with a Mac, couple Gats
And a strap, better run, 'cause my n***as down to hunt
I'ma treat you just like a Pigskin, go and punt
Get the f**k out my face, I'm gon' pick up yo' b*t*h
Get the f**k in her face
All of my n***as be grippin' them K's
You ain't talkin' no money, the f**k out my face
I'm going straight to the bank, straight to the bank
Remember I would run to the bank
I used to follow the car crackers to the bank
Couple of 'em robbin' the bank, holdup
Ayy, back on that Act'
Sippin' that Wok' 'til I asthma attack
Run up on me, then I'm shootin' my Mac
And my n***as get money, yeah, that is a fact
Feel like Bobby Brown, I'm spittin' the crack
Ain't get that b*t*h, get the f**k out my trap
I f**k that b*t*h in the muhf**kin' back
I hit that so good, she ain't know how to act, uh
Like can I mess up? I don't know
I gotta fess up, I mean I'm finna make a confession
I mean the sh*t about progression
I mean my word is my weapon
I'm in the beat so good, yeah, taste so good
I'ma come back for seconds
I'm gonna kill a n***a, it's my preference
I'm gonna send a n***a up to Heaven
You Microsoft like Windows 7
I spit sh*t like a damn reverend
I'm a young n***a like an adolescent
I'm in school, I can teach you lesson
I'm in the cut with a Smith & Wesson
I got the b*t*h from the f**king west end
I f**k that b*t*h in the f**king west sun, huh
I'm up on tour, yeah, huh
I'm back from tour, yeah, huh
I'm back from tour, yeah, huh
I'm back from tour, yeah, huh
Remember my old Twitter handle, Juice Dior, yeah
That was when I was broke
Now they can call me Juice Dior, yeah
AP my wrist, ayy, hmm
D**k in yo' b*t*h, ayy, huh
I told that b*t*h to act like a dog, just give me a lick, ayy, huh
I know these b*t*hes be b*t*hes for real
They burnin' like ticks, ayy
So I had to use a rubber before I bend her over and hit, ayy, huh
Back on that b*t*h, hmm
Back on that Cat again, huh
Hittin' that Cat again, huh, I'm up to bat again, huh
I'm Barry Bonds with her friends, huh
I just got in with twins, huh
They sucked me up in my Benz, huh
It was real, it wasn't pretend, huh
Back on that Act' again
I was flippin' them packs, yeah
I was full of adrenaline
Listening to Eminem
Ridin' in that old-
Ridin' in that old school Ram
Now I pull up in new school Lamb'
I don't really give a Hoover Dam
But, I'm up in Amsterdam, smokin' that gas
Countin' the Cake, gettin' the cash
Look at yo' b*t*h, I'm finna smash
I recorded while I hit from the back
I remember I was pouring the green
Now a n***a really pouring up Act'
Now a n***a really poppin' them Mollies
Rollin', rollin', I was up in the cla**
I remember rollin' in gym cla**
I remember rollin' doing gym laps
I remember rollin' up in math cla**
Yeah, told my teacher I had the last laugh
Rich as f**k on yo' b*t*h a**
Yeah, Teach, you a broke a**
Yeah, man you fails, tryna teach the whole cla**
Yeah, came back on they broke a**
Run up on me you get poked, yeah
L-O-L, but this sh*t ain't no joke, yeah
Run up on me, you know what I'm on
Choppa on me, it's getting you gone
I'm up in the Lambo it transform to a 'Rari
That sh*t Megatron
Light up just like Tron, hmm
Put that d**k in yo' mom, hmm
W-W-W-dot, you ain't on sh*t dot com, hmm
Run up on me, you done, hmm
These n***as my sons, hmm
My brother locked up, won't let that n***a out
Just like Akon
Back on that Wok', mhm
Hand on my Glock, mhm
B*t*h on her knees, please, ooh
She give me top, mhm
I'm in the studio, wait, can you turn me up a notch, yeah
I'm juiced up today, they callin' me young 'Pac, ayy
AP my wrist, it costs 250
Even though my gang is 150
Run up on me then that choppa hittin'
It came with equipped with a muhf**kin' t**ty
F**k a .30, b*t*h, I need me a .50
And f**k an auto, rather I'd have a Semi
I can finger f**k the b*t*h how I want
It'll shoot a n***a maybe, uh
F**k that sh*t
B*t*h I'm-
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Okay, huh
Off of the Molly, I'm bussin'
I don't talk sh*t, I don't do no discussion
Run up on me, then that choppa is rumbling
Ball on that b*t*h like the OKC Thunder
Freestyle off the top it ain't nothin'
Sh*t on that b*t*h, I think she need a plunger, uh
I eat the beat like I'm hungry
High off the b*t*h, I think I got the munchies, uh
Percocet pop, got yo' b*t*h in the back and she giving me top in the Cadillac, uh
Talkin' that sh*t 'til I pull up with Brodie
Ridin' that gun likе a cattle back, uh
Talkin' that sh*t 'til I pull up with Brodie
He shoot at yo' facе and I bat yo' back, uh
Hit you in the chest no asthma attack
I don't got time for the battle rap, uh
You'll come back when your done doing your hair?
Bet that
Hit him in his face, he forget that
You know where the sh*t at, uh
Run up in yo' trap, where the sh*t at? Huh
Designer on me, no mismatch, uh
Break the b*t*h off no KitKat, uh
She get slapped like a pimp named Slipback
Pull up on- Ooh
I'm back on that Wok'
You run up on me you get shot
I kill a n***a like a white cop
You run up on me you get popped
Choppa from Black Ops
I'm gon' take stand like a black cop
Man, I'm roaming with my mans
Prolly in Japan
Had to sleep on the flight, eleven hours off a Xan
I used to pour the Wok', by the eighth, I was in a trance
Had to stop it for a second, now I'm back hittin' that dance
Back on that Wok', yeah, uh, back on that Wok', yeah, tuh
Juiced up like 'Pac, yeah, juiced up like 'Pac, yeah, huh
Back on that Wok', yeah, huh, you will get shot, yeah, huh
I'm off the uppers, I don't give a f**k, Molly I pop, yeah, huh
Ayy, huh, servin' them rocks, poppin' them rocks
I got yo' b*t*h on my c*ck, huh
Diamonds with rocks, n***a just stop
I see the fake in yo' watch, huh
You was a cop, you was an opp
F**kin' with me, you get popped, huh
I go to Gucci, maybe Raf Simmons If a n***a wanna shop, uh
Back on that Wok' again, yeah, hand on my Glock again, yeah
Her mouth on my c*ck again, yeah, I keep on conquering, yeah
I'm in the club with a .40, yeah
Came in the club with my shorty, yeah
My gun hot and horny, yeah, that's a different story, yeah
Ayy, I ball out, feel like a Laker, b*t*h
I sip the Henny, no chaser, b*t*h
My gun is full of lead, Ironic, 'cause it'll just get to erasing sh*t
F**k with n***as on that racist sh*t
Run up on me, get to blazin' sh*t
Jackie Chan kush in my Swisher, goddamn, I smoke 'til look like an Asian kid
Aha-ha-ha-ha
Back on that Wok'
Back on the opps
Bow-bow-bow-bow-bow-blaow-blaow
I'm rollin'
Back on my opp block, huh, pull up to the opp block, huh
I need some top, top
Run up on me got a Glock, Glock, huh
B*t*h on my c*ck, c*ck, huh
Gon' suck my c*ck, uh
Just 'cause yo' boyfriend walked in the room, don't mean you can stop, nah, huh, ayy
Sh*t, I'm gonna f**k her face 'til she get lockjaw, huh
Hit her from the back so good, she screaming out, "Oh my God", huh
Baby, I'm far from God, huh
Really, I'm just being modest, huh
I pray to God every day for forgiveness, I know sometimes I ain't that honest, huh
I keep on flyin', I'm flyin' out tryin', they callin' that sh*t autopilot, uh
Gun a Librarian and a Barbarian, b*t*h, yeah, it came with the silence, yeah
I'm going hard off the Xanies and Percies, you lil' n***as just need to try it, huh
Feel like Rick Ross or somethin', my pockets fat, they don't need no diet, ayy
Feel like 2 Chains or somethin', with this new Draco, I'm gon start a riot, ayy
N***as talk stupid to me, It ain't nothin' for me to leave them dying, ayy
Leave they momma cryin', ayy, families traumatized, ayy
Presidential Rollie, see it through Obama's eyes, ayy
I can't believe that n***a Trump is president for what?
I mean the sh*t is kinda f**ked up
But I'm still rich so who give a f**k
I can't say that, 'cause I care
And I got n***as that's still in the trenches
I can't pay for everybody, get the winnings
They gotta get it to themselves, gotta get it, uh
I'ma talk my sh*t and back it up
Pull up in that all-black, black, Acura
I shoot, ain't too accurate, Ironic, accurate in the Acura
Talkin' that sh*t you can't catch us, uh
You will need more than some backup, uh
All my n***as be axing questions
Like they throwing hatches, uh, ayy
Try us if you want, 'cause my n***as in the back
And my n***as in the front, with a Mac, couple Gats
And a strap, better run, 'cause my n***as down to hunt
I'ma treat you just like a Pigskin, go and punt
Get the f**k out my face, I'm gon' pick up yo' b*t*h
Get the f**k in her face
All of my n***as be grippin' them K's
You ain't talkin' no money, the f**k out my face
I'm going straight to the bank, straight to the bank
Remember I would run to the bank
I used to follow the car crackers to the bank
Couple of 'em robbin' the bank, holdup
Ayy, back on that Act'
Sippin' that Wok' 'til I asthma attack
Run up on me, then I'm shootin' my Mac
And my n***as get money, yeah, that is a fact
Feel like Bobby Brown, I'm spittin' the crack
Ain't get that b*t*h, get the f**k out my trap
I f**k that b*t*h in the muhf**kin' back
I hit that so good, she ain't know how to act, uh
Like can I mess up? I don't know
I gotta fess up, I mean I'm finna make a confession
I mean the sh*t about progression
I mean my word is my weapon
I'm in the beat so good, yeah, taste so good
I'ma come back for seconds
I'm gonna kill a n***a, it's my preference
I'm gonna send a n***a up to Heaven
You Microsoft like Windows 7
I spit sh*t like a damn reverend
I'm a young n***a like an adolescent
I'm in school, I can teach you lesson
I'm in the cut with a Smith & Wesson
I got the b*t*h from the f**king west end
I f**k that b*t*h in the f**king west sun, huh
I'm up on tour, yeah, huh
I'm back from tour, yeah, huh
I'm back from tour, yeah, huh
I'm back from tour, yeah, huh
Remember my old Twitter handle, Juice Dior, yeah
That was when I was broke
Now they can call me Juice Dior, yeah
AP my wrist, ayy, hmm
D**k in yo' b*t*h, ayy, huh
I told that b*t*h to act like a dog, just give me a lick, ayy, huh
I know these b*t*hes be b*t*hes for real
They burnin' like ticks, ayy
So I had to use a rubber before I bend her over and hit, ayy, huh
Back on that b*t*h, hmm
Back on that Cat again, huh
Hittin' that Cat again, huh, I'm up to bat again, huh
I'm Barry Bonds with her friends, huh
I just got in with twins, huh
They sucked me up in my Benz, huh
It was real, it wasn't pretend, huh
Back on that Act' again
I was flippin' them packs, yeah
I was full of adrenaline
Listening to Eminem
Ridin' in that old-
Ridin' in that old school Ram
Now I pull up in new school Lamb'
I don't really give a Hoover Dam
But, I'm up in Amsterdam, smokin' that gas
Countin' the Cake, gettin' the cash
Look at yo' b*t*h, I'm finna smash
I recorded while I hit from the back
I remember I was pouring the green
Now a n***a really pouring up Act'
Now a n***a really poppin' them Mollies
Rollin', rollin', I was up in the cla**
I remember rollin' in gym cla**
I remember rollin' doing gym laps
I remember rollin' up in math cla**
Yeah, told my teacher I had the last laugh
Rich as f**k on yo' b*t*h a**
Yeah, Teach, you a broke a**
Yeah, man you fails, tryna teach the whole cla**
Yeah, came back on they broke a**
Run up on me you get poked, yeah
L-O-L, but this sh*t ain't no joke, yeah
Run up on me, you know what I'm on
Choppa on me, it's getting you gone
I'm up in the Lambo it transform to a 'Rari
That sh*t Megatron
Light up just like Tron, hmm
Put that d**k in yo' mom, hmm
W-W-W-dot, you ain't on sh*t dot com, hmm
Run up on me, you done, hmm
These n***as my sons, hmm
My brother locked up, won't let that n***a out
Just like Akon
Back on that Wok', mhm
Hand on my Glock, mhm
B*t*h on her knees, please, ooh
She give me top, mhm
I'm in the studio, wait, can you turn me up a notch, yeah
I'm juiced up today, they callin' me young 'Pac, ayy
AP my wrist, it costs 250
Even though my gang is 150
Run up on me then that choppa hittin'
It came with equipped with a muhf**kin' t**ty
F**k a .30, b*t*h, I need me a .50
And f**k an auto, rather I'd have a Semi
I can finger f**k the b*t*h how I want
It'll shoot a n***a maybe, uh
