Fredo - Back to Basics lyrics

My hoes in contour, my clothes are Tom Ford
My bros, they want war
So lock when I'm on tour
Yo, tell your guys, it's funny
I'm gettin' to the bag
Got these niggas mad
They just wanna' start tellin' lies
Tom Ford box with seven-fives
Since I got racks, I musta heard every lie
There's a long list of rappers
I didn't get in line i said
"I'm comin' and you niggas
Better step aside"
It's forty-five for the kilo
Ain't no bargaining me
Put Fred on your song and
It'll bе charting quickly every week
I put a model in the car to Bricky
To Truе Flavours
Get my pepper steak fast and quickly
I need the lemonade
Oh, you ain't seen a hundred racks? Well
I can demonstrate
Young nigga blowing up the flat, I detonate
Glass AP has shattered my wrist
Needs a rest today i got a way with words
Any black yutes in, man will make it burst
No white yutes, my G
We're going on some racist works in '016
I got my first music project placed on Earth
But on the opp-block, I taped it first
I think I'm made of her
'Cause she's an animal lover
My jacket's made of fur
Sometimes I can't believe just what
I made off words
Still, I ain't cuttin' from the opps
Niggas know that Fred will
Run for mayor first
Little man, I need a 40 just to lay a verse
Baby girl's mad I move
But that's how a playa work
The plug lost trust
Now I gotta pay him first
Took food off hella man
Now he won't even take my word
But still time is tickin'
My girl got a good brain
You know her mind's the sickest
But at the same time
She won't ever mind her business
Told my guys, when they slide
Bear in mind the witness
Yo, my lady woke up with bruises
Tryna find who did it silly girl
You must not realize how my diamonds hittin'
Last night you could've easily lost
Your sight or vision i believe in God
So you can say I'm kind of Christian
But going Hatton Garden every
Sunday's my religion
You was up in college, pussy boy
Go write and listen
I was outside the plug's doing my revision
Baby girl, you're not my main
You're my side addition
So I'm gonna need some "shh"
When the wife is ringin'
Niggas gotta keep the "shh" 'cause
My ice is blingin'
Got a suttin' with the "shh"
Do a silent drilling
Yeah, I poked up, "shh"
Cah I don't like them niggas
You think I read comments?
I'm a bad boy with street problems
AP, Patek, and a Rolex, I keep options
Fifty thousand for a festival
I keep shottin'
Catch me countin' twenty in the
Morning while I eat porridge
Baby girl, you look good, let me see suttin'
I was stuck up in the hood
Had to be suttin'
Niggas show respect in the place
When my teams comin'
I'll shop when I get to the place
I don't need luggage
I got your girl on top of me
I don't need covers
It's bicarbonate soda up in these cupboards
I get emotional every time I see hundreds
Gonna make my eyes water when
I'm choppin' these onions

Real shit make my eyes water when
I'm choppin' these onions