Rod Wave - Freestyle lyrics
Rod Wave [Rodarius Marcell Green] Saint Petersburg, Florida, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Rod Wave - Freestyle lyrics]
(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
Yeah, you know, this shit like
This shit like practice
This just practice, like (Timmy Da HitMan)
Yeah, swear to God yeah
Yeah, uh
Six million cash in my stash
I was waitin' for this day to come
I'm on my tour bus right now
On my way to another one
Who got that brand new Bentley
Truck? I'm tryna order one
Soon as I get me one
I'ma rim it up and tint it up
Tried to tell my mama she
Don't gotta work no job
But she the one who taught her
Baby boy to hustle hard
Say don't you never put your trust in men
Believe in God
Say it's some shit from way back in
The day that left her scarred
And these niggas love to hate
They'd rather go blind than see me winnin'
I just did the dash in a Maserati engine
Been all around the world
I met all kind of women
Took me to have my own
Kid to see it different shout out to all my
Niggas trappin' livin' tax-free these days
It's seven figures when they tax me
I can't complain
I came straight off the back streets
Can't explain how I feel
I'm just happy I'm here
Okay, hard to tell a nigga not to shine, yeah
(Shine) when all he know was hard times
Super futuristic coupe, 2025
Engine came in the trunk
The only reason he's alive
And I got it out the mud
I always knew this day would come, yeah
They don't know nothin' 'bout where we was
Uh (What else?)
Finally ran it up ran it up, yeah
(Just sing that shit, sing it, uh, yeah)
Ran it up, yeah look, look
Ran it up, yeah
Ran it up, ran it up, ran it up, yeah
Ran it up, ran it up, ran it up, ran it up
Ran it up, ran it up
Yeah, you know, this shit like
This shit like practice
This just practice, like (Timmy Da HitMan)
Yeah, swear to God yeah
Yeah, uh
Six million cash in my stash
I was waitin' for this day to come
I'm on my tour bus right now
On my way to another one
Who got that brand new Bentley
Truck? I'm tryna order one
Soon as I get me one
I'ma rim it up and tint it up
Tried to tell my mama she
Don't gotta work no job
But she the one who taught her
Baby boy to hustle hard
Say don't you never put your trust in men
Believe in God
Say it's some shit from way back in
The day that left her scarred
And these niggas love to hate
They'd rather go blind than see me winnin'
I just did the dash in a Maserati engine
Been all around the world
I met all kind of women
Took me to have my own
Kid to see it different shout out to all my
Niggas trappin' livin' tax-free these days
It's seven figures when they tax me
I can't complain
I came straight off the back streets
Can't explain how I feel
I'm just happy I'm here
Okay, hard to tell a nigga not to shine, yeah
(Shine) when all he know was hard times
Super futuristic coupe, 2025
Engine came in the trunk
The only reason he's alive
And I got it out the mud
I always knew this day would come, yeah
They don't know nothin' 'bout where we was
Uh (What else?)
Finally ran it up ran it up, yeah
(Just sing that shit, sing it, uh, yeah)
Ran it up, yeah look, look
Ran it up, yeah
Ran it up, ran it up, ran it up, yeah
Ran it up, ran it up, ran it up, ran it up
Ran it up, ran it up