Freddie HotSpot (Clean)

Freddie HotSpot (Clean)

Griselda

專輯:WWCD

歌曲:Freddie HotSpot (Clean)

专辑:WWCD

歌手: Griselda

歌詞

Ah Butcher comin' n***a
They play sports I race the Porsche through the streets with choppers
Woo
You know us we like the Bucks on the Eastern Conference
Griselda
I'm plugged on both coasts from Long Beach to Yonkers
Long Beach to Yonkers
So I'm somewhere in Brooklyn smokin' w**d from Compton
Ayy
Tell me it's lit so pull up and sell me this s**t
I bag a half in 3 5s with no scale in this b***h
You know how I play it I press a button your helmet get hit
Boom boom boom
Ridin' through magazines tall as an elf with the blick
Beef in the air I smell fear I can tell you was tense
Had to drop but let you slide 'cause I could tell you was b***h
P***y
I stayed in the suite for so long I got mail at the Ritz
We bettin' on dice like that fell on the strip
I run in the club bump into plugs I fell on a brick
Only Tom Brady get more rings than my telephone get
This for the Ps and my co Ds I'm a federal wit'
My lawyer told me to breathe them charges never gon' stick
Let's go
Ayo we was baggin' some big n***a came through clappin'
I ducked behind French got the MAC and started
Brr
He just got home from doin' a stretch nobody put him on
All he heard was West got the bricks you gotta sneak up on him
Went and got the blow from Pete you know Pete from Utica
Did a stretch and came home and started shootin' up
Ah
And anywhere they did fly together up in Attica
How I'm gettin' rich and they broke It ain't addin' up
N***as started plottin' on me they followed me from Jummah
I peeped the Nautica van and yo I gotta lose 'em
Skrrt
Floatin' down Filmore slide up in CP
One of us gotta go it ain't gon' be me
Still got the ace still hopped out
Shot Pete on June his brains laid in a wake field
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom
Two weeks later we was baggin'
The big n***a showed up I hid behind the fridge and started clappin'
Brr
Hit the n***a twice in his shoulder he bust back but missin'
Then I got good shots seven bullets in the same shot
Brr brr brr
Now his dust missin'
Get the mop
Ah
Get the bleach
Came a long way from 'caine we was dealin'
Got my name out the kitchen yeah
We got our name out that kitchen n***a
Came a long way from 'caine we was dealin'
Got our name out the kitchen look
All facts
Few thousand for the guard crystals
Hah
I can make a call and get the raw shipment
Send that in
One shot one kill when my dog clipped him
Scored on them n***as with one bullet that's raw strip him
Hahaha
Four fif'd him left him in the front seat of his car twitchin'
I don't know what kind of raw you been sniffin'
F**k you on n***a
Think you f**kin' with me my bars different
Rock the Dior with the KAWS stitchin' boy listen
Talk to 'em
You see a spaceship when my garage doors liftin'
Cap
My broad a vixen smokin' Billy's cigar twistin'
Smokin'
Got my shooter with me and my dog itchin'
He wanna empty out a clip at where your mom's livin'
Stand it out n***a
N***a you ain't gettin' shot in your legs
It's a wig shot double back shot him again
Boom boom boom
All my lil' shooters keep a 30 popper on them
Facts
And nine times out of ten it's a body on them
Hah
I know it's some f**k n***as that I probably offend
But try to ride on me your chances is probably thin
Bro I gotta go in one of my n***as got indicted
And the fiend overdosed they put the body on him yeah
That's f**ked up
Came a long way from 'caine we was dealin'
Got my name out the kitchen yeah
Uh came a long way from 'caine we was dealin'
Got our name out the kitchen yeah
A long way from 'caine we was dealin'
Got our name out the uh
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