Polo G, Fredo Bang - Bless His Soul lyrics

Ain't that DJ Chose over there?
Look like DJ Chose hardbody

Woadie got a body, he ain't tell nobody
He stuck to the code, hope God bless his soul
Right hand on the Bible
Tell the lie straight to the judge
Just 'cause he ain't never fold
Hope God bless his soul (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ain't gotta drop a bag
Got niggas to do that shit for free (Grr)
Ain't gotta spend a band
Got niggas to do that shit for me
Got a house up in the 'burb
But mama I'm still in these streets
(Ooh ooh)

Know that we be actin' (Playin')
That AC that I'm packin' is compact
('Pact)
Ask around my city, I work that ratchet
(yeah) i'm livin' what they rappin'
Pull it out like Go Go Gadgеt (Boaw)
I put my savage on even though hе active
(yeah)
Get a bag and not a casket (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I was taught to get it in the old way
(Old way)
I was slingin' iron up on that tollway
(Tollway) i been traumatized, I can't
Let nobody close, babe
Snakes in disguise
Told me lies with a bold face

I salute to the real one time
Hoppin' gates, tryna duck one time
Kept it real
Ain't think of switchin' one time
You hit a lick to feed your kids
But that's fine

Woadie got a body, he ain't tell nobody
He stuck to the code, hope God bless his soul
Right hand on the Bible
Tell the lie straight to the judge
Just 'cause he ain't never fold
Hope God bless his soul (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ain't gotta drop a bag
Got niggas to do that shit for free (Grr)
Ain't gotta spend a band
Got niggas to do that shit for me
Got a house up in the 'burb
But mama I'm still in these streets
(Ooh ooh)

Let off clips when we drill shit
Clap his dome with some old heads on
Field trips like chaperones, uh
These niggas vaginal, my niggas animals
From the murder capital where
Catchin' bodies casual
Keep these angels guardin' me
Saved us with a harmony
My daddy saw the star in me when
Stars seemed too far to reach
I'm perfectin' my artistry
Grew up on Tha Carter I I I
Shoot like we play for varsity
These slugs'll hit his artery
He can't be with gang
We revoked him of his membership
Out here writin' statements like he
Workin' on his penmanship
Hellcat just for racin'
Fuck around and bought the dealership
Mama look
I made it and I still got all my killers here

Woadie got a body, he ain't tell nobody
He stuck to the code, hope God bless his soul
Right hand on the Bible
Tell the lie straight to the judge
Just 'cause he ain't never fold
Hope God bless his soul (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ain't gotta drop a bag
Got niggas to do that shit for free (Grr)
Ain't gotta spend a band
Got niggas to do that shit for me
Got a house up in the 'burb
But mama I'm still in these streets
(Ooh ooh)

Yeah, I salute to the real one time
Hoppin' gates, tryna duck one time
Kept it real
Ain't think of switchin' one time
You hit a lick to feed your kids
But that's fine