Artist: Freeway (Feat Lil Wayne)
Album: Think Free
Year: 2018
[Intro – Freeway]
Frank
Yes Sir
I’m tired of fallin’ back
(So what you want to do?)
It’s time to put the pressure on theses niggas
Yeah, I think it’s that time
Let’s get ’em
[Verse 1 – Freeway]
Flame thrower
We be scorin’, we be reppin’ till the game over
I’mma be a rap legend in a Range Rover
Put the 6 and the 7 up my blessings
Mess with us, precious, so check his vitals
North Philly icon, built for survival
I’m a don, it be wine everywhere that I go
You’re damned for the gold, but the thobes is from Cairo
When God made me he broke the mold nigga
I ain’t with the nonsense, nothing with the doctors
Thought he was a boxer, so I smoked him like a rasta
I could tell he was a nuisance, always like to do shit
Thought he was a shooter, so I tagged him with the Ruger
I know Hov, I got the blueprint
Black Panther party how we move like Huey Newton
Eat my beef without the gluten
Can’t compete wit all you losers, watchin’ from the bleachers
It’s confusing how we eatin’, but it make you throw up
[Chorus – Freeway]
I see you hatin’, all that love better
The boy gettin’ mad, check his blood pressure
You see a nigga shinin’, check his blood pressure
All that anger that’s gon’ give you high blood pressure, blood pressure
What you talkin’? Check his blood pressure
You see a nigga stuntin’, check his blood pressure
You see a nigga winnin’, check his blood pressure
Ya boy sorry, better check that nigga blood pressure
[Verse 2 – Lil Wayne]
Hollygrove, that’s 17, no L-I-E, I’m L-I-T
I’m the Y-M-E, K-I-N-G, B-L-O-O-D-I-N-G
I’m O-U-T H-E-R-E with my G-O-O-N-Z-Z-Z
We T-O-O D-E-E-P
I gave a bitch 3 wishes, she wanted me, me, me
Bloods write pressure, that’s you on a stretcher
These bitches too extra, charge you extra for the pleasure
I got killers in my section, protection on protection
We catch you, interception, and finesse you in a second
I got tattoos on my texture, bad news when I touch ya
We kidnap your girl, we need that Ke$ha, we molest her
I’m a nigga with aggression, attitude erection
Pressure bust pipes, but not this fuckin’ blood vessel
Let my niggas come test you, suggest you call rescue
Go to war with one pistol like a fuckin’ scud missile
All you see is blood tissue, guts, liver, God bless you
Tunechi, I’m special, so special, no pressure, motherfucker
[Chorus – Freeway & (Lil Wayne)]
I see you hatin’, all that love better (see you hatin’)
That boy gettin’ mad, check his blood pressure (check his blood pressure)
You see a nigga shining, check his blood pressure (yeah)
All that anger that’s gonna give you high blood pressure (blood pressure)
What you talkin’? Check his blood pressure (check his blood pressure)
You see a nigga stuntin’, check his blood pressure (check his blood pressure)
You see a nigga winnin’, check his blood pressure (check his blood pressure)
Ya boy sorry, better check that nigga blood pressure (ayyy)
[Chorus – Freeway & (Lil Wayne)]
I see you hatin’, all that love better (I see you hatin’)
That boy gettin’ mad, check his blood pressure (check his blood pressure)
You see a nigga shining, check his blood pressure (check his blood pressure)
All that anger that’s gonna give you high blood pressure (high blood pressure)
What you talkin’? Check his blood pressure (blood pressure)
You see a nigga stuntin’, check his blood pressure (blood pressure)
You see a nigga winnin’, check his blood pressure (check his blood pressure)
Ya boy sorry, better check that nigga blood pressure (oowww)
[Outro – Lil Wayne]
Fuck with me Free
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