Wowski FREESTYLE FRIDAY VOL. 1 by Travis Thompson Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, heh
[Verse]
Okay
This that motherfuckin' clear the room ([?])
Something's finna happen, I'ma make it clear to you
I'm goin' ninety-five and passin' hydroplaning, 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 lunch box
And tryna get this one shot, fuckin' up the fun, dawg
Still weary [?] stressed 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
[?] from trips, they should have nevеr took but fuck it
We just tryna see something (Uh-huh), we just want a piеce of it (Uh-huh)
We just want to ask questions before you get us suggested (Uh-huh)
I just want chock 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're some fucking saviors
Really, y'all can't fuckin' save it; I keep the chain, tuck your faces
[?] way too long and we gon' up the pace and
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 [?] (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, [?] (Ha-ha)
Huh, yeah, we used to get the [?] 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
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, heh
[Verse]
Okay
This that motherfuckin' clear the room ([?])
Something's finna happen, I'ma make it clear to you
I'm goin' ninety-five and passin' hydroplaning, 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 lunch box
And tryna get this one shot, fuckin' up the fun, dawg
Still weary [?] stressed 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
[?] from trips, they should have nevеr took but fuck it
We just tryna see something (Uh-huh), we just want a piеce of it (Uh-huh)
We just want to ask questions before you get us suggested (Uh-huh)
I just want chock 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're some fucking saviors
Really, y'all can't fuckin' save it; I keep the chain, tuck your faces
[?] way too long and we gon' up the pace and
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 [?] (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, [?] (Ha-ha)
Huh, yeah, we used to get the [?] 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