Tom Misch, Yussef Dayes, Freddie Gibbs - Nightrider lyrics
Freddie Gibbs [Fredrick Jamel Tipton] Gary, Indiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Tom Misch, Yussef Dayes, Freddie Gibbs - Nightrider lyrics]
Don't listen to what they say
You can’t take it slow
And when the Nightrider comes around
You gotta pick up the dough
I ride low with the setting sun
Mr dayes with the break of the drums
It's icy (cold)
Harley, Corvette
I be chasing you down, it's a wrap
So easily, so easily high beam, on the dash
I be shaking you down, it’s a wrap
So easily, so easily
I got a feeling that won't come down
Can't do it alone
I'll take you to the fat of the land
This is where we go
Top down with the cruise control
Lights out with the radio on it's crazy
Harley, Corvette
I be chasing you down, it's a wrap
So easily, so easily high beam, on the dash
I be shaking you down, it's a wrap
So easily, so easily
Yeah, yeah
Should I bless the track or let it breathe?
Yeah, I need Salah, forgot to hit my knees
Yeah, Freddie Kane clocking overseas
Yeah, ice minus four degrees
Put a ho at ease yeah, trap shit round you
Sent your bitch on a round trip
Niggas put real diamonds in fake ass Rollies
That's clown shit every whip
I wish it was either German made or Italian
Super dope, my geekers smoke media
Robert Townsend
Them pounds in, these niggas window shoppers
They browsin’
Put that on VL, I put VVs in my medallion
They can’t understand it
This gangster shit run a panic
I began and even when I was down and out
I was wild
I was wild, I just blessed the track
So let it breathe
Yeah, I need Salah, forgot to hit my knees
Freddie Kane clocking overseas
Rapper of the year, fuck the nominees
Harley, Corvette
I be chasing you down, it's a wrap
So easily, so easily high beam, on the dash
I be shaking you down, it’s a wrap
So easily, so easily
You can’t take it slow
And when the Nightrider comes around
You gotta pick up the dough
I ride low with the setting sun
Mr dayes with the break of the drums
It's icy (cold)
Harley, Corvette
I be chasing you down, it's a wrap
So easily, so easily high beam, on the dash
I be shaking you down, it’s a wrap
So easily, so easily
I got a feeling that won't come down
Can't do it alone
I'll take you to the fat of the land
This is where we go
Top down with the cruise control
Lights out with the radio on it's crazy
Harley, Corvette
I be chasing you down, it's a wrap
So easily, so easily high beam, on the dash
I be shaking you down, it's a wrap
So easily, so easily
Yeah, yeah
Should I bless the track or let it breathe?
Yeah, I need Salah, forgot to hit my knees
Yeah, Freddie Kane clocking overseas
Yeah, ice minus four degrees
Put a ho at ease yeah, trap shit round you
Sent your bitch on a round trip
Niggas put real diamonds in fake ass Rollies
That's clown shit every whip
I wish it was either German made or Italian
Super dope, my geekers smoke media
Robert Townsend
Them pounds in, these niggas window shoppers
They browsin’
Put that on VL, I put VVs in my medallion
They can’t understand it
This gangster shit run a panic
I began and even when I was down and out
I was wild
I was wild, I just blessed the track
So let it breathe
Yeah, I need Salah, forgot to hit my knees
Freddie Kane clocking overseas
Rapper of the year, fuck the nominees
Harley, Corvette
I be chasing you down, it's a wrap
So easily, so easily high beam, on the dash
I be shaking you down, it’s a wrap
So easily, so easily