[Intro: Jay Rock & Kendrick Lamar]
Ayy, K. Dot
(Yay-yay)
Can we get it how we used to get it like when Top had the red Charger?
(Can we get it how we used to get it like when Top had the red Charger?)
Can we get it how we used to get it?
(TrapAdix)
[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Cap on, and I got racks on
Spend four nights in a country I like, then take my rich ass back home
Glow so bright, I could make moonlight, see, this ain't like your pheromones
Blew one, big gun, baritone
Who won? We won, yeah, holmes
We old-school like Capitol
My old-school made doctor note
My old-school made hard knock
Black on black my coupe and strap, I'm ballin' on the hard top
I told y'all to call Top
Now my number call blocked, I don't miss, I call shot
Hold up, yeah, cap on, and I got racks on (And I got racks on)
And I produce that diesel, I could put Shaq on (I could put Shaq, ayy)
Nigga, your bitch gon' leave you, you ain't got backbone (You ain't got, hold up)
I don't rely on people, I just go and bread chase, woah
This so fuckin' dope, I might catch a fed case, woah
You ain't gettin' money, nigga, then you dead weight, woah
Got the drop on 'em, there he go, checkmate, woah
We go drop on 'em, y'all better play it safe, woah
Ayy, K. Dot
(Yay-yay)
Can we get it how we used to get it like when Top had the red Charger?
(Can we get it how we used to get it like when Top had the red Charger?)
Can we get it how we used to get it?
(TrapAdix)
[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Cap on, and I got racks on
Spend four nights in a country I like, then take my rich ass back home
Glow so bright, I could make moonlight, see, this ain't like your pheromones
Blew one, big gun, baritone
Who won? We won, yeah, holmes
We old-school like Capitol
My old-school made doctor note
My old-school made hard knock
Black on black my coupe and strap, I'm ballin' on the hard top
I told y'all to call Top
Now my number call blocked, I don't miss, I call shot
Hold up, yeah, cap on, and I got racks on (And I got racks on)
And I produce that diesel, I could put Shaq on (I could put Shaq, ayy)
Nigga, your bitch gon' leave you, you ain't got backbone (You ain't got, hold up)
I don't rely on people, I just go and bread chase, woah
This so fuckin' dope, I might catch a fed case, woah
You ain't gettin' money, nigga, then you dead weight, woah
Got the drop on 'em, there he go, checkmate, woah
We go drop on 'em, y'all better play it safe, woah
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