Lyrics:
Gucci by the pound
J'meni wit da heat (wit da heat)
All these bitches know bout me (uh)
I'm a freak in the sheets and I freak on the beat
Got big bass,
To flip the script like Tarantino
I'm out in Napa counting C-Notes
I'm sippin' vino
I'm Low-key but on the scene hoe?
I'm Al Pacino
Hoe, I'm the illest out
seen that shit? They like yeah I dug it
All up in her tummy like robutussin
Bitch a lil freak yeah she let me put my nuts in
I need an ass with a little
bet against Chizz-nocks
Count your loss
See I don't care what you think or say
What you do, I got a crew that run up in your HQ
Dissed by who, six
But no not you you’re automatically top two don’t even have to go to the gym for Niggas to spot you
Got you in my scope I red dot you just tryna get
Dipping on the chick with the dip and dots
Put her in the coop when she pets my cock
Rounds and rounds baby do not stop
Shake that ass like it's
a ring Karl Malone
Red dot it will get a nigga blown
I'm in the club with the hitters
I'm doing good but I can do better
I got that green like it's
on my back undefeated streak
Walk in the spot they turn the other cheek
It’s a new nigga dyin every other week
Real freak bitch suck my dick when i’m
Actors in the cloth, they freak me out
Mockin' my purpose in the magazines
And famous how they make you feel grand
They're always there to hold your
your bitch in your spot (woah)
Young nigga runnin' 'round too hot (hot)
Young nigga burnt out, burnt out (burnt)
12 pullin' up so we burnt out (skrrt)
blowing some trees
I'm drinking some lean
Remember way back I was trapping with fiends
Quay out with dots in my cheek
Saw pavement by force by police
Now
can't understand
How one real nigga became a real man
S is for the way I skeet in they mouth
One by one we muttin' 'em out
Man, them other niggas, y'all
you want to
Cause condoms is needed to know
Babe, I want to freak you
I need to bust nuts (Yess)
You a nymph, I'm a freak, we can fuck in the
Yeah,
Dot died but it's been a long time and I ain't felt
Bitch seen me pull up in that Rolls Royce shorty melted
I was just stacking my bread with my big
and swooped in and asked how she doin today
But you know the rest is just history
Them little niggas aint shit to me
I can tell by how she kissin me
She
guess I'm just a freak
Get on up and shake what you got
You got curves and I like that a lot
Get on up and shake what you got
The way you moving is making
out of these streets
I tell by her eyes she freak, yea
Up in the shower she a beast, yea
Her body got me speech-less
I’m think imma play for keeps
She
done flipped the switch
Percocet 10 lock me in and it make me itch
500 on green dot every week my daddy in the pin
3.5 in a backwoods just to vent ask
the dysfunctional son.
Trapped in my digital domain... (The El to the P.)
Yo, fuck rappers that freak a fable; phony will make them fall out.
Frequencies painful;
a fuck about your man, I'm in your kidney, baby
If we out in public, we go private, let me see it, baby
You know I'm a freak before I hit it, I'm a eat it,
a freak
And you off to the gooly if you don't Got no ig
Pop it off and turn me up I'm in the Clubhouse
Trap house got it lit I'm poppin shit I'm in
be me
The boy F are double the E play with mouths
I will dot your I's, blaze your T's
No, no, I'm not related to are
I don't play with kids, I check
so how the fuck I get clapped?
Black was in the Jeep watching all these scenes speed by
It was a brown Datsun, and yo nobody in my hood got one
That
I want a good girl in streets
But a freak in the bed
A chic who doesn’t check the clock
When she’s giving me head
Don’t get embarrassed if I watch
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