Tadoe, Fredo Santana, Gino Marley - Freestyle lyrics
[Tadoe, Fredo Santana, Gino Marley - Freestyle lyrics]
Squad Shit
Gang Shit
Squad
Gang
Lethal Productions
Rap money plus a nigga get that trap money
Got that 40 on me case a nigga act funny
Ksubi jeans sagging probably got
'bout 50 on me
Don't try to rob me shit
Tadoe got that 50 homie
I'm in the spot posted up
With a white choppa
Get hit with this
Your ass gonna need you a nice doctor
This bitch albino, it'll knock down a rhino
Get your ass smoked, faneto you in the finals
That pistol make you viral whippin'
Work with my eyes closed
Product you get blindfold stretch it
Out 'till the pies gone
Pull up to the scene, me, I got like 5 hoes
I'm so damn rich I went and got my 9 gold
Woke up and rolled a blunt
Already got like 9 sold
In the kitchen with the fork whippin'
Grams out the damn bowl
Trap money show money
Bitch we get all of that
Got your bitch in the benz
Slidin' we get all the neck
I just poured a ten off the doink
She off the Moët
I just gave her half of the perc
I think that mean more sex
But I got packs to drop, rolls cash and guap
Boy I heard your album flopped
I ain't even gotta rap but I keep a knot
And I don't even gotta trap
But I keep a spot
I used to work the block is
Hot but the berretta cocked
We used to work the snow
Every time the weather dropped
Codeine Promethazine you try to
Rob you getting dropped
I go from spot to spot the
Profit take you to the top
Don't need a hand don't touch my
Hand unless we countin' guap
Gang Shit
Squad
Gang
Lethal Productions
Rap money plus a nigga get that trap money
Got that 40 on me case a nigga act funny
Ksubi jeans sagging probably got
'bout 50 on me
Don't try to rob me shit
Tadoe got that 50 homie
I'm in the spot posted up
With a white choppa
Get hit with this
Your ass gonna need you a nice doctor
This bitch albino, it'll knock down a rhino
Get your ass smoked, faneto you in the finals
That pistol make you viral whippin'
Work with my eyes closed
Product you get blindfold stretch it
Out 'till the pies gone
Pull up to the scene, me, I got like 5 hoes
I'm so damn rich I went and got my 9 gold
Woke up and rolled a blunt
Already got like 9 sold
In the kitchen with the fork whippin'
Grams out the damn bowl
Trap money show money
Bitch we get all of that
Got your bitch in the benz
Slidin' we get all the neck
I just poured a ten off the doink
She off the Moët
I just gave her half of the perc
I think that mean more sex
But I got packs to drop, rolls cash and guap
Boy I heard your album flopped
I ain't even gotta rap but I keep a knot
And I don't even gotta trap
But I keep a spot
I used to work the block is
Hot but the berretta cocked
We used to work the snow
Every time the weather dropped
Codeine Promethazine you try to
Rob you getting dropped
I go from spot to spot the
Profit take you to the top
Don't need a hand don't touch my
Hand unless we countin' guap