"Freestyle Finale" lyrics
(feat. Big Pokey)
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 (Back)
I wouldn't give a damn, slab king on the track and on the fuckin' car (Car)
I'ma start it, do it great (Great)
Nigga talkin' down, I'm still wetter than a lake (Lake)
Wetter than a ocean (Yeah), in slow motion (I swear)
I wouldn't give a damn, I'ma, I'ma
Cause commotion on the block when a nigga raise up (Up)
Look at Don Ke got that purple in the cup (Cup)
Purple in the gas (Gas), sittin' in my cigar (-Gar)
I wouldn't give a damn, I'm a neighborhood star (Star)
Herschelwood my block, I'm 'bout to clean up the floor (Floor)
Don Ke freestyle King, not a ho
Everything slow (Slow), the drop movin' fast (Fast)
I wouldn't give a damn, ninety thousand spent cash
Ha ha, 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, that's where that motherfucker lay
He stay, I swear, I go and cop a pair
And nigga 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 around, 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 nigga wanksta
We wouldn't give a damn 'bout a ho
Yeah, it goin' down, we gon' mash for them
Yeah, nigga
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 (Back)
I wouldn't give a damn, slab king on the track and on the fuckin' car (Car)
I'ma start it, do it great (Great)
Nigga talkin' down, I'm still wetter than a lake (Lake)
Wetter than a ocean (Yeah), in slow motion (I swear)
I wouldn't give a damn, I'ma, I'ma
Cause commotion on the block when a nigga raise up (Up)
Look at Don Ke got that purple in the cup (Cup)
Purple in the gas (Gas), sittin' in my cigar (-Gar)
I wouldn't give a damn, I'm a neighborhood star (Star)
Herschelwood my block, I'm 'bout to clean up the floor (Floor)
Don Ke freestyle King, not a ho
Everything slow (Slow), the drop movin' fast (Fast)
I wouldn't give a damn, ninety thousand spent cash
Ha ha, 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, that's where that motherfucker lay
He stay, I swear, I go and cop a pair
And nigga 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 around, 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 nigga wanksta
We wouldn't give a damn 'bout a ho
Yeah, it goin' down, we gon' mash for them
Yeah, nigga
Writer(s): Milton J. Powell, Marcus Edwards, Clayce Jr. Singletary
