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Freddy Man

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Uh, uh, yeah
Yeah, any, many, mighty, mo, say, Freddy, man, the topic
If it ain't exotic, you ain't got nothing, I'm coppin
Send some hot shit through your mouth like tasty Takis

Put that shit on when I check the mail, talkin' bout that Glocky
Hit your property, ain't no probably, we gon' spin it like Monopoly
I got four five in this motherfucker, call me Poppy
Like I do a hundred push-ups every day, I'm gettin' stocky

But it's for my mind, peace, open up your top piece
Crack it, then I score one, lil' bitch, we playin' hockey
I'ma show you real rap, quit talkin' like you kill crap
Somethin' bout that feelin', if I get it, bitch, I will snap

The shit that's on my hip will make a nigga take a good nap
Like, goodnight, it's Freddy, keep that glove with the steel attached
If niggas don't start thinkin' with they head, then we gon' peel it back
I took a couple L's and made a W, I'm used to that

7.62, it turn a scatty to a scooter pack
All we had was noodle packs, on God, I don't know who to trust
Lookin' at my rearview every second, clutch on every one
Bet the opps ain't bringin' up where it smack at, we had hella fun

We called this bitch a school bell, when it ring, I let out every one
Hellcats, SRTs, nigga, run your fuckin' keys
My parents knew I'd be the problem child since I was fuckin' three
My brother knew I'd be a fuckin' rapper

Err since I could speak, my granny knew I'd be a fuckin' G
I got that shit in me, it's in the flesh, I'm in the streets
I'm tryna puzzle every piece, like, where did you go wrong
Yeah, find out where your home at

I been tryna get some pape, but sis, like, where them songs at
Forgot, I was on a hit like, nigga, damn, where my phone at
One, two, Freddy comin' for you, okay
Three, four, nigga, lock your door, okay

Every time I see you, I'ma knock shit through your door
Who this knockin' at my door? Nigga, this shit knockin', I need more
From the killer city mo, my nigga slide and he on go
stop tuckin toes and just drop locs, I up that pole and then he froze

I carry that chopper like a soldier, I get to shootin' shit like D-Rose
I'm finna blitz a nigga till he fumble aim at your chest like I'm mahomes
Nigga, Glock 19 with a switch, don't make me pull that fuckin' switch
Yo mama shoulda taught you better, bitch

Tuned up like a M06 in Dallas like I'm M03
We hoppin' out of that blackout, 4 door matic like a limousine
All the shit I seen, I'm shootin' first, flee the fuckin' scene
I'm tough, you niggas fuckin' weak, on God, I'm yellin' free to team

You niggas sweet to me, it ain't no sample, it ain't shit for free
You niggas sweet to me, it ain't no sample, you can't get shit from me

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