Fredo, Charlie Sloth - UPS lyrics

She might look good
But she talks loads and I'll
Kick her to the curb
When I drop my number the next thing
I do is picking up her skirt
I got kicked out of science I don't know how
I go and whip it like a nerd
Swear the judge move just like my plug
Always tryna give the kid a burn
But fuck all that

Catch me shelling shows down with
Post malone at age 12
I was in my house setting
Traps like it's home alone
Now I'm overseas my niggas shooting shit
But I don't own a drone and u know me
I do rap but I still
Get bands from Rolling Stones and hold on
Ur talking about the trap but u
Don't even own your phone
And listen to this
My aki brothers be slinging arms
They ain't broke a bone
I hardly see Billy's either in
Killy or he's over grove
When I'm putting money underground
And that due to the fact I'm over stoved

This shit's a habit
Fam she's watching my wrist but
My wrist with carats
Got her hopping in my car but I swear
On my life bro this chicks a rabbit
And my nigga savage
I don't kick no ball but I hit her hatrick
Feds kick up my door talk
About shootings and triple stabbings
But u know already my Niggas trapping
Bro got a square up in his
Pants like he chills with Patrick
But this stuff right her ain't
Even nothing like a cartoon
I like her shape she's hella curvy her
Back looks like a half moon
I might hit her in the bed or
Might go hit it in the bathroom
She might be the 1 so I
Saved her number as half 2
She knows for a fact I ain't
Even nothing like her last dude
But I told her straight there's more to
Fredo than diamond chains and fast coupes

Tryna get a box cause cause I just
Clocked I'm on my last 2
And more time my work don't
Change but the darks knew
So I told John and his mates
Go sit in this dark room
I'm gonna give them a test, give them a test
I call this trap house my class room
I'm no teacher
U chill with kids u old geezer
And I see you taking pics on
The gram with a couple grand
I don't see the point of tryna smoke shisha
I got three spices trynna top
Me but I'm no pizza
Every month we finesse boys
We don't own FIFA
I swear on my life this gelato
Is louder than my home speaker
I see u spending money on couple
Shoes but u don't want beef
Plugs charging 30
000 I'm asking him no cheaper
He can sense the realness in my
Ora I don't know Rita but I know Yola

So the plug knows for sure
There's no tricking me
Every month feels like December
I ain't kidding g feeling festive
That's cuz my pendants lit up
Like a Christmas tree
Told my main all I want is brain
But stress what she giving me
So when she is acting up I have
To send her to yard no
UPS you come and fuck with me
Cause Fredo patterns up deliverys
All my girls got jiggle bums swear
All my girls are shivery
I can't hang around too long cause next
Thing they wanna live with me