Fredo - I’m Fredo lyrics
[Fredo - I’m Fredo lyrics]
It's ya boi Muscle Gotti
Shout out my day one nigga Fredo, yea?
"Get Rich Or Get Recalled"
Maddest mixtape on the roads right now
Really in the fields free all tha' Gang!
HRB, Patten Gang get wit it or get lost
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang free everyone!
Ya' dun' know
The hardest mixtape in the world
"Get Rich or Get Recalled"
You already know who I am
"Hearselini" aka "MrLamborghini"! Yea?
We still out 'ere! Fuck the Queen!
Still banging burners! Still getting cash!
Fredo, yo tell 'em
Them niggas are lying them
Niggas are bitch mate
I'm rollin' with bro and you
Know 'bout his dip game
I'm Fredo from young
I been whippin' this grub and shit
Bro they acting like gangstas
They see us and run and shit
Tryna cop me a joint I can
Fill with a hundred clip
I was 15 with crack tryna
Run from the government
And now I put powder In blenders
No supplement
My white fans, they tell me I'm muggin' It
Taking the piss
Harvey Nicks and I'm taking a lift
All them hoes wanna taste of my stick
Everyday bro I'm making a flip
You know how it is
This life's mad, I had a lot of stress
I wouldn't changed niggas talking shit
'til we slide around and
Then change suttin' yeah the names buzzin'
Plus I'm shooting cells from a half a box
And my bitch looks, just like Lara Croft
You're talking trap trap
But you hardly shot
And my bitch can't ask me 'bout cheating
Can't you see that your shoes are in season
Everyone's rich fam you should leave It
'Cause you're mum gets the
Bus every evening
What's good for this big man?
Fam he's riding with children
I was meant to be in school
But I was riding In Kilburn
Free my little homies, free my big brodies
Can't wait 'til you're coming back
I took a lot of grub off a lot of plugs
Bro I swear I didn't run it back
We just rid out last night
And tonight bro we're coming back
And a young G just taped off your strip
I heard little homie got double stabbed
Enough of that
Don't be talking 'bout booty my
Bitch got enough of that and last year
It was O15 and a run through a hundred stacks
I'm a young nigga getting whole things
So what can you tell me
I'm with my new bitch, I'm in my new whip
She taking new selfies
And my trap spot gets it's 5 a day
Swear It's too healthy
I won't stop dropping rocks in the
Pot unit what? I'm too wealthy
Just got me a 4 in the baby
I'm flying to my kitchen
You know I'm gonna cook it up
And the opps have been hitting the news
Bro swear you can look It up
Meanwhile the sexiest gyal In the
City wan' look at us
My wrist was hurtin' so I had to
Ask bro bro to cook it up
You're mashin' the work with no hoody up
Then you're fully fucked
Got a young bull sliding around and
A swear he's on go go
Still I'm dodging these feds and these fans
And these cams and these photos
Out in upsah I'm serving them packs
And I'm serving them low low
I got 16s of B bro I
Swear to god they're like rolo's
Shout out my day one nigga Fredo, yea?
"Get Rich Or Get Recalled"
Maddest mixtape on the roads right now
Really in the fields free all tha' Gang!
HRB, Patten Gang get wit it or get lost
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang free everyone!
Ya' dun' know
The hardest mixtape in the world
"Get Rich or Get Recalled"
You already know who I am
"Hearselini" aka "MrLamborghini"! Yea?
We still out 'ere! Fuck the Queen!
Still banging burners! Still getting cash!
Fredo, yo tell 'em
Them niggas are lying them
Niggas are bitch mate
I'm rollin' with bro and you
Know 'bout his dip game
I'm Fredo from young
I been whippin' this grub and shit
Bro they acting like gangstas
They see us and run and shit
Tryna cop me a joint I can
Fill with a hundred clip
I was 15 with crack tryna
Run from the government
And now I put powder In blenders
No supplement
My white fans, they tell me I'm muggin' It
Taking the piss
Harvey Nicks and I'm taking a lift
All them hoes wanna taste of my stick
Everyday bro I'm making a flip
You know how it is
This life's mad, I had a lot of stress
I wouldn't changed niggas talking shit
'til we slide around and
Then change suttin' yeah the names buzzin'
Plus I'm shooting cells from a half a box
And my bitch looks, just like Lara Croft
You're talking trap trap
But you hardly shot
And my bitch can't ask me 'bout cheating
Can't you see that your shoes are in season
Everyone's rich fam you should leave It
'Cause you're mum gets the
Bus every evening
What's good for this big man?
Fam he's riding with children
I was meant to be in school
But I was riding In Kilburn
Free my little homies, free my big brodies
Can't wait 'til you're coming back
I took a lot of grub off a lot of plugs
Bro I swear I didn't run it back
We just rid out last night
And tonight bro we're coming back
And a young G just taped off your strip
I heard little homie got double stabbed
Enough of that
Don't be talking 'bout booty my
Bitch got enough of that and last year
It was O15 and a run through a hundred stacks
I'm a young nigga getting whole things
So what can you tell me
I'm with my new bitch, I'm in my new whip
She taking new selfies
And my trap spot gets it's 5 a day
Swear It's too healthy
I won't stop dropping rocks in the
Pot unit what? I'm too wealthy
Just got me a 4 in the baby
I'm flying to my kitchen
You know I'm gonna cook it up
And the opps have been hitting the news
Bro swear you can look It up
Meanwhile the sexiest gyal In the
City wan' look at us
My wrist was hurtin' so I had to
Ask bro bro to cook it up
You're mashin' the work with no hoody up
Then you're fully fucked
Got a young bull sliding around and
A swear he's on go go
Still I'm dodging these feds and these fans
And these cams and these photos
Out in upsah I'm serving them packs
And I'm serving them low low
I got 16s of B bro I
Swear to god they're like rolo's