FREDDIE DREDD, Zye - Block lyrics

Let 'em

Peek it, peek it
Peek it of this mothafuckin' mud
I keep it real when I kill
Come up period make a deal
With the defo next level
And these bitches heavy metal
That's what I like, supertight
I plant the fucko horral night
Bitches in the row you been go
Never hit my phone
Come, ho', hit my blow, guess some
Make these bitches grown

And you know I got that toolie, yo' me
Freddie call you broke when you were phony
You raid, fooly knew, body whooped
Dollar sign up on me
I'ma bust yo' ass so fuck your face
You can not up 'till we come next
I'ma with when she creep up in my hood
Smokin' weed, smokin' thang
Sold that bitch I make that bang
Kill her with your bitch
You know I don't give a shit
Freddie want it to the gut, but no fucking

Tommy Gun make 'em run
Take a hit from the blunt
Grab a blade and cut 'em up
Dump the body in the trunk
Wow, shawty wanna fuck? "Ay, bitch
You like my gun?", play
Bong cuts in the ashtray
Wake up 'till it's everyday
Hold up and beat the case
Run up and take the lase
Likes out and burn the place hunnid on
Cap it