Lyrics: Charles Davis
Music: David Eyo
[Intro]
All these demons in my head
Uh, foenem hop out sprayin'
Long live Fred, nigga, you know how the **** we comin', man
Like, who the **** is you? Give me all that
Raise your voice, catch one to the ball cap
I don't do back and forth, I make skulls crack
Pop told me to shoot first, ask questions later, uh, uh, uh, uh
Mm, mm, uh (Come here, come here, come here)
[Chorus]
When the rent due, shorty 'nem come through steppin' on shit like, "Who the **** is you? Give me all that"
RaisΠ΅ your voice, catch one to the ball cap
I don't do back and forth, I makΠ΅ skulls crack (Rrah, rrah)
Pop told me to shoot first, ask questions later, I'm runnin' money up, I can't stop
Catch an opp, **** him up, give him no passes, put a bitch on him, he think with his cock (Rrah, rrah, rrah)
She thinkin' this my car, whole time, lil' bronem just scratched this bitch off the lot (Skrrt, skrrt)
Dolo thirteen, long live Freddy, you dissin' on foe, bet your ass get popped
We beat niggas' ass, 2016, next year, 2017, Chuckyy picked up a Glock
We got the lo' at 2:31, when we spinned at 2:47, four niggas got popped (Boom, grr, grr, ****)
[Verse]
I'm steady talkin' to God, he workin' with me, but I'm really a devil
My niggas grave-dig for real, know Milly D walk around with him a shovel
And my niggas make pain for real, got caught with it on him, but the Glock ain't help him (Uh, uh-huh)
Beat a nigga block up, first nigga actin' weird, I'ma get off, Drac' shells on the ground, uh
Seen ol' buddy on the 'Gram, better get up, Craig, we ain't ****in' around
Smurk just called my phone and Wukaduk on what I'm on, move a nigga around (Watch out)
And Bloodbathh pop out the cut, fill a nigga up, that .300 Black, can't duck
He tryna crawl in the truck, but he ain't gettin' up, when a brr let off, get ugly
Long live Fred, nigga
Micro Drac', brrah, keep dumpin'
He keep tellin' these bitches he do this and that, when we went on a drill, he vomited
We beat niggas out of they shoes before we put shit on the news, that shit no bap
I'm walkin' to school not givin' **** 'bout shit, in the bookbag, a big-ass strap
[Chorus]
When the rent due, shorty 'nem come through steppin' on shit like, "Who the **** is you? Give me all that"
Raise your voice, catch one to the ball cap
I don't do back and forth, I make skulls crack
Pop told me to shoot first, ask questions later, I'm runnin' money up, I can't stop (Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah)
Catch an opp, **** him up, give him no passes, put a bitch on him, he think with his cock
She thinkin' this my car, whole time, lil' bronem just scratched this bitch off the lot (Skrrt)
Dolo thirteen, long live Freddy, you dissin' on foe, bet your ass get popped (Rrah)
We beat niggas' ass, 2016, next year, 2017, Chuckyy picked up a Glock
We got the lo' at 2:31, when we spinned at 2:47, four niggas got popped (I'm spinnin', brrah, boom, boom, boom)
[Outro]
Long live Fred, nigga
Long live Fred, nigga
Chuckyy keep one in the head, nigga
Bucks up, nigga, you know how the **** we comin', man