Hardwood Classic Freestyle Lyrics

Joint from my right oh shit snoop passed it

Jumper so wet they don't check who cashed it

Yea I made the track it make me go spastic

Leave an impression that shit everlasting

Song makes her hip shake go boombastic

She got a booty that shit made of plastic

Kid so nice already know she flashed him

Gym shorts on yea this a hardwood classic

Shaq and kobe don't listen to what you told me

I'm just with the boys I'm turning to the old me

Making profit off the lies that you sold me

Tie me with a rope bitch you couldn't fucking pull me

She think I'm the one I'm thinking that we done

Saying that it's over already had our fun

Heading out real quick I'm headed on the run

Ending the story right as it begun

Counting up my money this shit just like a ritual

Figuring out the rhymes imma boutta spit at you

Rhyming these syllables they think this shit a miracle

I'm trying to tell yall this shit ain't that mystical

Counting up my money this shit just like a ritual

Figuring out the rhymes imma boutta spit at you

Rhyming these syllables they think this shit a miracle

I'm trying to tell yall this shit ain't that mystical

Serving up like dominos guess that's just the way it goes

Shoes untied yea You know im never chasing hoes

When I'm with my crew You know We never lose

Ferrari on the road we going for a cruise

Success and money ain't what we pursue

We looking for a world that we can rule

Got tears for fears just trying make it clear

Captain of this ship it goes where I steer

Ship just like a ghost always doing the most

Found an island now we chilling on the coast

Lock up you like Revis make you like Beavis

You just mad that you ain't never gonna see this

Sitting in the general boutta snap like you grievous

I'm a god yea motherfuckers best believe this

Hate when all these bitches just trynna butt heads

So I only hit them up when I want nothing but head

Counting up my money this shit just like a ritual

Figuring out the rhymes imma boutta spit at you

Rhyming these syllables they think this shit a miracle

I'm trying to tell yall this shit ain't that mystical

Counting up my money this shit just like a ritual

Figuring out the rhymes imma boutta spit at you

Rhyming these syllables they think this shit a miracle

I'm trying to tell yall this shit ain't that mystical