
Lyrics
Brr, Fred only
Splash town to the A
Let's go do this
You ready?
That juice by the way
Dashboard digits, like the Nike standards
Everyday I drip, bitch thought I was a scammer
Free my shooter fast, judge got him in the slammer
Your bitch call me daddy 'cause I fuck her like a animal
I shoot the bitch 'til it melt, fourteen when I first step
Never need a posse, make you pussy niggas tap by my damn self
Pull up in the foreign, let the carbon hit, sound like a drum snare
Niggas sleeping on me, wake 'em up, they on overdose on Sudafed
E-40 hit me up, told me prosper, so you know that it's time to say it
Free K Blocka out that jam, know lil bro was bustin' heads
Finally got a buzz, so I chase it with ambition
Text from my old lady said get him, but she still miss me
Call myself chilling 'til my sister hit my phone late
Push the button, I wanna see these niggas die the same way
You don't want this, you don't want this bag on your head, bitch
Closer kin take the hit, that money really change shit
Gunshots and teddy bears come behind this, I ain't lying
Get back in the projects, then I spend every last dime
I been making music, but didn't make the bust for quick shine
I'm still rubbing shoulders with niggas way out your way, clown
Neighborhood hot, my lil partner 'nem still thuggin'
Twelve years old, you can't tell them lil niggas nothing
Some like to fight, but they usually go get they weapon
Police on they ass, but they posted and still sellin'
The corner store jumpin', we trappin' them old Giuseppes
I don't do the drop for my smokers, I like to stretch it
Neighborhood watch, they lurking and still telling
Old folks trippin' 'bout traffic, we still get it right
This that trap shit
Someone can relate, someone can't
This gon' go over a lot of niggas' heads
Fredo trap nigga, splash gang trap nigga
Hey, hey, slime
No I'm not feeling these niggas
They get out of line, we gon' shoot up them niggas
Trap house be jumpin', repeated the figures
300 Bands on all of my niggas
Sat in that cell, not callin' no bitches
And I'm still hiding from the camera
Ride the McLaren like a Lam', yeah
Try to snatch my shit, I'ma bam him
I'm in this bitch with Lil' Hare and Chevy
I need me a victim to shoot somethin'
Play with the dice at the trap in the A
If you say you got money, then nigga let's shoot somethin'
Already rich, if you win I ain't lose nothin'
Still in this bitch and it's going on 2 somethin'
Dek been a dog and he ready to chew somethin'
Say he want smoke but I know he ain't 'bout nothin'
I shoot the bitch 'til it melt, fourteen when I first step
Never need a posse, make you pussy niggas tap by my damn self
Pull up in the foreign, let the carbon hit, sound like a drum snare
Niggas sleeping on me, wake 'em up, they on overdose on Sudafed
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