G Fredo - Hell lyrics
[G Fredo - Hell lyrics]
Hell g Fredo
These niggas beggin for attention
They won't never get
Sayin they gon kill me same reason
They broski dead as shit
Postin these subliminals they talk
They shit on instagram
But in reality these niggas bitch
And ion give a damn
We catch dat nigga outta bounds and
We gon tweak about it
Claimin you a killa my shottas
Ain't gotta speak about it
If i ain't official bitch then go
And ask the streets about me
Real shotta you ain't bout dat action
You can’t be around me
They like fuck Fredo thats dat shit
Dat bring the demons out me
Either salutе me or shoot me fuck
What you think about me
Been on this shit sincе a shorty
I swear my life is hell
I know you wonder why im always mad
But this just how i feel
Woke up like fuck it ayo thirsty
Come and slide on me
This one for trouble bring dat 30
We gon ride on em soon as we pull up im
Slammin dat nigga outta gas
My shotta hangin out the sunroof
Slammin nigga thats ya ass
Said hold up turn me up, they
Know this is all facts
Nigga try and ball up with me
We made em haul ass
They like them NOB niggas ain't even all dat
Big mad coz we the reason they
Can't get they dawg back
I told big cuzzo i got him
Just tossed someone a new glizzy
Gave him the stick wid it too
Just in case shit get sticky
34 baby to death, rip my bro Ricky
I wish you never had left
But you forever with me
I keep a Glock 21 wid
Me this bitch super ratchet
She fuckin niggas in the car
She got stupid lackin
Ion gotta speak on shit they know
How all my shottas play
But ima keep givin you hell
Bitch i could die today
Bro tote the 23 bet he gon
Slam til it stop clickin
Caught him broad day and let him have
It just him and his smithon
He flipped they block and get
It done no abortin
The mission, they try tell me Fredo stop
But i ain't never listen
Pick up dat Glock 27 and i start reminiscin
Everytime i think about my brother
I get in my feelins
Can't even sleep at night my mother
Don't need that she feel it
Be up back and forth pacin
Constantly my mind be racin
Why risk yo life over a bitch
Who wouldn't even take it
Time to fall back won't get a
Bag unless you fuckin chase it
Time flyin fast can't push it past
Me dou i gotta face it
Foot on the gas can't touch the brake
For the bag til we make it bitch
These niggas beggin for attention
They won't never get
Sayin they gon kill me same reason
They broski dead as shit
Postin these subliminals they talk
They shit on instagram
But in reality these niggas bitch
And ion give a damn
We catch dat nigga outta bounds and
We gon tweak about it
Claimin you a killa my shottas
Ain't gotta speak about it
If i ain't official bitch then go
And ask the streets about me
Real shotta you ain't bout dat action
You can’t be around me
They like fuck Fredo thats dat shit
Dat bring the demons out me
Either salutе me or shoot me fuck
What you think about me
Been on this shit sincе a shorty
I swear my life is hell
I know you wonder why im always mad
But this just how i feel
Woke up like fuck it ayo thirsty
Come and slide on me
This one for trouble bring dat 30
We gon ride on em soon as we pull up im
Slammin dat nigga outta gas
My shotta hangin out the sunroof
Slammin nigga thats ya ass
Said hold up turn me up, they
Know this is all facts
Nigga try and ball up with me
We made em haul ass
They like them NOB niggas ain't even all dat
Big mad coz we the reason they
Can't get they dawg back
I told big cuzzo i got him
Just tossed someone a new glizzy
Gave him the stick wid it too
Just in case shit get sticky
34 baby to death, rip my bro Ricky
I wish you never had left
But you forever with me
I keep a Glock 21 wid
Me this bitch super ratchet
She fuckin niggas in the car
She got stupid lackin
Ion gotta speak on shit they know
How all my shottas play
But ima keep givin you hell
Bitch i could die today
Bro tote the 23 bet he gon
Slam til it stop clickin
Caught him broad day and let him have
It just him and his smithon
He flipped they block and get
It done no abortin
The mission, they try tell me Fredo stop
But i ain't never listen
Pick up dat Glock 27 and i start reminiscin
Everytime i think about my brother
I get in my feelins
Can't even sleep at night my mother
Don't need that she feel it
Be up back and forth pacin
Constantly my mind be racin
Why risk yo life over a bitch
Who wouldn't even take it
Time to fall back won't get a
Bag unless you fuckin chase it
Time flyin fast can't push it past
Me dou i gotta face it
Foot on the gas can't touch the brake
For the bag til we make it bitch