Colangelo Freestyle by Tre Hendrix Lyrics
[Verse 1]
My homies got them burners- Bryan Colangelo
I was on the track for a degree but then I had to go
Now I’m in the stu, yo andy can you pass the dro?
I go by Tre Hendrix, gotta hit em with that nasty flow
Nasty flow, yeah I did that, flip that
Seen my homie get rocked for Nick sack
Shit wack, lemme tell that the shit wack
Tryna act hard, lil homie better kick back
Anaheim, you better ask about be me
No such thing as OC, without me
Hit Ball Road, and they bumping loudly
Fly to Oklahoma and they telling me Howdy
Santa Ana got the love for the boy
Every time I hit the stage they always making some noise
And I been juiced up like I’m taking some roids
Orange County is my home, cmon make me some noise
The love for my city, ain’t nobody else can take that
We in stu cooking, tryna hustle, tryna make racks
Gelato got me feeling even higher than the state tax
You ain’t really trapping dawg, quit with the fake raps
You a fraud dawg,its time to face that
The best in my city, ain’t no one can replace that
The best in my city, ain't no one can replace that
[Verse 2]
Running everything and I’m only 24
Call my plug up say I need like 20 more
Rap shit done opened up like 20 doors
Ain’t finna stop til my crib got my 20 floors
Or when I’m up in the hills, tryna chill
Got shooters up in Bakersfield, ready to kill
Oh... shouldn’t have said that, catch me where bread at
You ain’t getting money dawg... where your head at?
All these rappers tough til some real ones around
S/O my boy Sosa he the realest around
You think you got a squad but you really some clowns
Christian in the back tryna seal me pounds
Wait, that’s a lie.... he only got QP
When it comes to running plays call me the QB, point guard, captain
Homie you a has been
Always making moves, you just too busy nappin
All you rappers are softer than napkin
Never sold a dime, but you claim that you trippin?
Never sold a record, but you claim that rappin?
Had to sell your soul for the paper you askin?
It’s the truth, I’m only speaking facts
Don’t hit me for a feature only if you speaking racks
Don’t hit me for a feature only if you speaking racks
My homies got them burners- Bryan Colangelo
I was on the track for a degree but then I had to go
Now I’m in the stu, yo andy can you pass the dro?
I go by Tre Hendrix, gotta hit em with that nasty flow
Nasty flow, yeah I did that, flip that
Seen my homie get rocked for Nick sack
Shit wack, lemme tell that the shit wack
Tryna act hard, lil homie better kick back
Anaheim, you better ask about be me
No such thing as OC, without me
Hit Ball Road, and they bumping loudly
Fly to Oklahoma and they telling me Howdy
Santa Ana got the love for the boy
Every time I hit the stage they always making some noise
And I been juiced up like I’m taking some roids
Orange County is my home, cmon make me some noise
The love for my city, ain’t nobody else can take that
We in stu cooking, tryna hustle, tryna make racks
Gelato got me feeling even higher than the state tax
You ain’t really trapping dawg, quit with the fake raps
You a fraud dawg,its time to face that
The best in my city, ain’t no one can replace that
The best in my city, ain't no one can replace that
[Verse 2]
Running everything and I’m only 24
Call my plug up say I need like 20 more
Rap shit done opened up like 20 doors
Ain’t finna stop til my crib got my 20 floors
Or when I’m up in the hills, tryna chill
Got shooters up in Bakersfield, ready to kill
Oh... shouldn’t have said that, catch me where bread at
You ain’t getting money dawg... where your head at?
All these rappers tough til some real ones around
S/O my boy Sosa he the realest around
You think you got a squad but you really some clowns
Christian in the back tryna seal me pounds
Wait, that’s a lie.... he only got QP
When it comes to running plays call me the QB, point guard, captain
Homie you a has been
Always making moves, you just too busy nappin
All you rappers are softer than napkin
Never sold a dime, but you claim that you trippin?
Never sold a record, but you claim that rappin?
Had to sell your soul for the paper you askin?
It’s the truth, I’m only speaking facts
Don’t hit me for a feature only if you speaking racks
Don’t hit me for a feature only if you speaking racks