Fredo - Tiffany Calver Freestyle lyrics
[Fredo - Tiffany Calver Freestyle lyrics]
Look, look
Have you ever sat down in a hospital bed
Like when you come outta here
Someone’s gotta be dead
If you're talking about the youngest drip
Then it’s gotta be Fred
If you see me running quick
Then it’s gotta be Feds
Yeah I got Expectations that's gotta be met
So my wife, so I got em for head
If I carried on with my life
I’d probably be dead
Yo, these niggas know I’m tryna
Risk it for a biscuit
Still I’ve seen some vicious chingings
To the point, I bet that pussy wish hit him
Yo I’ve been popping
I just spend 20 racks out
When I was Christmas shopping
You been window shopping
I used to be into robbing
Them streets where we play and I
Know my nigga got me nah this ain’t eBay
But I still bid on shotty
I don’t even go in pools
But I’m swimming properly
Got a box full of jewels like I did a robbery
I was fixing my life, by breaking the law
I put dick in ur wife
Bro you been dating a whore
Got a show at half eight
So I’m taking the fort
Only thing I used to shut down
At 8 was my door that’s prison life
I do the same thing in a different life
They like you're famous
What’s it feeling like but I don’t know
I’m in the barber’s with my kitchen knife
Rolling around with mellow like my
Wrist didn’t cost me 65
And Couple times I see
Your head don’t wanna run
But ur legs get to cutting and growing up
Them man there wanted sexing and clubbing
While my niggas were tryna
Be pressing on something check it
You ain’t never sent ur niggas
Up in jail money
You ain’t never cooked in kitchen’s
Till it smells funny
And I’m a rapper now, my young niggas from me
I don’t find not one thing about a cell funny
But last year I made so much of a pad and pen
I’m seriously thinking about never
Selling packs again
My young gs got it on them
You can’t chat to them
And if they lose it when they’re working
Then I’ll pattern them
You been rapping about the trap
But you ain’t had a
I Think you should go to cunch
And then come back again
By the time I was 16, I was never home
You’re looking at a rapper who come
Up of a pebble phone
I made a 100 thousand pounds
Never heard me say that I won’t get involved
He Used to be around the gang
Now we let him go
He’s out here lying to the people
Tells me what I’m meant to know
You ain’t a real nigga
And let us catch you in the streets
You know we’ll deal with ya
I done my chick wrong a lot of times
But I’m still with her
But don’t think it’s all sweet
Man it’s still bitter i gotta deal with it
Before I was setting trends on the gram
I was setting pace with guys
That with the gang
My nigga beat a boy down in
The cell with his hands
I topped his phone up £20 just to send him
Now I can't go through central
Without spending some grands
All my gs locked up, I need to send him
Lil Troy got 22 years, that's the end of his
I'll be 45 when niggas land
Have you ever sat down in a hospital bed
Like when you come outta here
Someone’s gotta be dead
If you're talking about the youngest drip
Then it’s gotta be Fred
If you see me running quick
Then it’s gotta be Feds
Yeah I got Expectations that's gotta be met
So my wife, so I got em for head
If I carried on with my life
I’d probably be dead
Yo, these niggas know I’m tryna
Risk it for a biscuit
Still I’ve seen some vicious chingings
To the point, I bet that pussy wish hit him
Yo I’ve been popping
I just spend 20 racks out
When I was Christmas shopping
You been window shopping
I used to be into robbing
Them streets where we play and I
Know my nigga got me nah this ain’t eBay
But I still bid on shotty
I don’t even go in pools
But I’m swimming properly
Got a box full of jewels like I did a robbery
I was fixing my life, by breaking the law
I put dick in ur wife
Bro you been dating a whore
Got a show at half eight
So I’m taking the fort
Only thing I used to shut down
At 8 was my door that’s prison life
I do the same thing in a different life
They like you're famous
What’s it feeling like but I don’t know
I’m in the barber’s with my kitchen knife
Rolling around with mellow like my
Wrist didn’t cost me 65
And Couple times I see
Your head don’t wanna run
But ur legs get to cutting and growing up
Them man there wanted sexing and clubbing
While my niggas were tryna
Be pressing on something check it
You ain’t never sent ur niggas
Up in jail money
You ain’t never cooked in kitchen’s
Till it smells funny
And I’m a rapper now, my young niggas from me
I don’t find not one thing about a cell funny
But last year I made so much of a pad and pen
I’m seriously thinking about never
Selling packs again
My young gs got it on them
You can’t chat to them
And if they lose it when they’re working
Then I’ll pattern them
You been rapping about the trap
But you ain’t had a
I Think you should go to cunch
And then come back again
By the time I was 16, I was never home
You’re looking at a rapper who come
Up of a pebble phone
I made a 100 thousand pounds
Never heard me say that I won’t get involved
He Used to be around the gang
Now we let him go
He’s out here lying to the people
Tells me what I’m meant to know
You ain’t a real nigga
And let us catch you in the streets
You know we’ll deal with ya
I done my chick wrong a lot of times
But I’m still with her
But don’t think it’s all sweet
Man it’s still bitter i gotta deal with it
Before I was setting trends on the gram
I was setting pace with guys
That with the gang
My nigga beat a boy down in
The cell with his hands
I topped his phone up £20 just to send him
Now I can't go through central
Without spending some grands
All my gs locked up, I need to send him
Lil Troy got 22 years, that's the end of his
I'll be 45 when niggas land