Fredo, GRM Daily - Ended Up lyrics

Yo i got all the baddest bitches
In the picture now
My youngen caught a murder
Little nigga's different now
But that's some shit that we
Ain't never gonna speak about
But sometimes when he speaks
He just freaks me out
All your niggas went to college
Took the neeky route
Little Fredo must be blind 'cause
He ain't seen a drought
Been out here since young and
I ain't seen you out kept it cool
I was never one to scream and shout
She wanna leave, man
You might as well just wait and see
I'm on the radio
It's hard to stay away from me
I done sold every drug out here, A to Z
We done sent many thugs out here, A and E
You ever poked somethin' up and watch
Him tangle 'til he bleed?
And all you're really hoping was
No cameras in the street
Hard times, I put a lot of magic in my keys
But I told my
It's rawer than a salmon in the sea
She wants to go to bed
We ain't having any sleep
This nigga wants to talk
Don't want salad with my beef
These hammers ain't cheap, I spent 4 on a 44
She came in on two legs
Now she's on all fours

I started in the ends, look where I ended up
We just started off as friends
How did it end in luck?
That's me whippin' down the ends
I'm in a Bentley Truck
Niggas wanna envy us 'cause they
Ain't friends with us
My bad little miss wanna misbehave
Skipped school, sorry miss
I've been missing days
In jail for a stabbing, now I'm missing bae
Come home, go to Hatton and drop fifty K

Yeah, we've been riding round the
City with them go-go gadgets
I don't keep 'em on me no more
It's my bro's that pack it
When we jump out with sticks
Niggas known to panic
Got 'em movin' like my bitch
They be so dramatic
I'm addicted, I got sellin' hobo habit's
I'm the drip kid
My neck got a load of carats
So I roll with rabbit's
Ain't no tricks up my sleeve
I got bricks up the street
Thirty-two thousand to take it from me
On my mother's life
I asked her where she get her bum from
Say her mother's side
I guess your mum is nice
My bitch is flawless but the hood
I'm from is nothin' nice
My nigga's touring
That's why my name's up there underlined
I tried cookin' crack a hundred times
Before I done it right
That's a lot of quarters
Down the fuckin' pipe
She's watchin' TV in the Bentley
'cause it's fun inside
Smokin' weed in the house 'til
I get puffy eyes

Yo, I started in the ends
Look where I ended up
We just started off as friends
How did it end in luck?
That's me whippin' down the ends
I'm in a Bentley Truck
Niggas wanna envy us 'cause they
Ain't friends with us
My bad little miss wanna misbehave
Skipped school, sorry miss
I've been missing days
In jail for a stabbing, now I'm missing bae
Come home, go to Hatton and drop fifty K