FREDDIE DREDD - Clack lyrics

You's that kind of motherfucker
Who think they can just recover
After dealing with the Freddie
Man, I'm creepin',  that's the plan
Lookin' through the hour glass
It seems like time just never pass
Baddest way to dump it 'cause your girl neck
I ain't messed it up
You's that fuckin' bitch
Why you tweetin' on that shit?
Don't you think that I'm gon get you?
Slit your throat up in your bedroom
Fuck him up come on, bro
Hit you like a cannonball
Pussy pop to fucking throat
Kick 'em when it's out ammo
You, I pop, you act up, motherfuckin' fool
You a bitch
Lookin' like you got the fuckin' stomach flu
Told you, FN tests you, fuckin' pass it
I burn it up right to your chest
Put that ammo back all you hear is the clack
All you hear is the clack clack
Clack all you hear is the clack
Clack clack
Clack i burn it up right to your chest
Clack clack
Clack all you hear is the clack
Clack clack
Clack i burn it up right to your chest