TG Kommas, Fredo Bang - Barefoot lyrics

Fredrick Dewon Thomas Givens II

[TG Kommas, Fredo Bang - Barefoot lyrics]

Niggas talkin' 'bout they steppin' man
Leave one of you bitch ass nigga barefoot
Yeah, nigga take your steppin' shoes nigga
Hang them bitches on a
Fuckin' powerline nigga yeah, yeah

It's switches on them Glocks
We really keep them mops
These bitches be the opps
They really sendin' drops
Now your dog kinda famous
We put that bitch on Fox
When they found his body yea
He was out his socks off
Barefoot, Draco hit a nigga in his shit
Now he barefoot
Thought that pussy nigga was a steppa
Now he barefoot 40 hit 'em in his top
I don't know how his hair look
Yellow tape on pussy nigga
Left his ass barefoot

Choppa break his face
Bring out the yellow tape
I was taught to never save a nigga
Them 762's save the day
Got 'bout fifty racks stuff in the safe
As long we got them sticks, they never say
Pray my niggas to beat them cases
I'm totin' this Glock
It ain't got no safety
Lost my mind ever since I signed that deal
It just be nothin' but hating
Pussy niggas, always on my dick
I guess they mad I made it fuck that side
Nigga catch you playin' both
Sides you gettin' decapitated
Shit so real nigga, catch you with yo baby
We'll probly' stretch yo baby
With my gangsta, nigga ain't
Doin' no fightin'
Like fuck your confrontation
Get the drop, lay on a nigga spot
Till we get the confirmation
We opp shoppin', put a four
Three in the bag, that's a compilation
40 Glock, switcher 'round the K
The perfect combination

It's switches on them Glocks
We really keep them mops
These bitches be the opps
They really sendin' drops
Now your dog kinda famous
We put that bitch on Fox
When they found his body yea
He was out his socks off
Barefoot, Draco hit a nigga in his shit
Now he barefoot
Thought that pussy nigga was a steppa
Now he barefoot 40 hit 'em in his top
I don't know how his hair look
Yellow tape on pussy nigga
Left his ass barefoot

On percolate i might wake out in his team
Catch a nigga at the cornerstore
If I miss, I'm comin' back again
I just pick my rental up
Gas it up and I'm hoppin' in
They know I'on give a fuck
I'll turn us in back up again
Choppa with a switch, he need some help
He better call a friend
Man down in the hood, he wanna limp
He better call it in
These niggas know it ain't
Safe to post outside, they better take it in
He was talkin' shit, they hit his face
Now he can barely grin (Fah, fah)
If he ain't 30 deep up in the city
He ain't poppin' out choppa take his legs
I gotta bag if he walk it out
I be in 'em trenches with them G's
I brought them Kommas out
He was talkin' gangsta, put that iron
He by his mama house

It's switches on them Glocks
We really keep them mops
These bitches be the opps
They really sendin' drops
Now your dog kinda famous
We put that bitch on Fox
When they found his body yea
He was out his socks off
Barefoot, Draco hit a nigga in his shit
Now he barefoot
Thought that pussy nigga was a steppa
Now he barefoot 40 hit 'em in his top
I don't know how his hair look
Yellow tape on pussy nigga
Left his ass barefoot

Yea man I'm talkin' 'bout all facts nigga
We gon' leave one of you
Bitch ass nigga barefoot
Naked, dead and so what you know
Can't breathe man know what I'm sayin'?
Take all the fuckin' life
Out your badass nigga, spit in your casket

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