F.R.E.A.K ft. Louie Ray Lyrics

Issa Wayne Beat

What up, Wayne

Oso , what's up, my nigga

Loaded nights 2 fuck is they talking bout

Raise this mic up Nigga

Ain't no little niggas, nigga

Up the ladder rydas and all that fly shit

You hear me

With my mouth

She a F-R-E-A-K

Huh

She like to smoke weed, pop pills, and sip drink

If she thirsty for the bottle, I'ma spray it in her face

Huh

Always livin' by the model

Hit a model every day

Huh

What you mean

What i say

Yeah, I'm searchin' for my cheese

You ain't got it

I'ma spray it

Got me drinkin' out the bottle

Get me loaded every day

Huh

Fenna double back her coochie

Put your pussy in my face

What

Ayy

What you mean

What I say

If a nigga actin' tricky with my dollars, I'ma K

Huh

42 right out the bottle

What you expectin' me to say

Got me diggin' in a model

Pussy bustin' like a K

Huh

Yeah, the ladder in the front now

Know I feel the power

Money hittin', it's a touchdown

Huh

She said her nigga dusty and dirty, and now his funds out

Been a nigga bitch gettin' jiggy, holdin' her tongue out

Plenty killers won't know which color comin to rock out

Burnt niggas roamin' your living, holdin' my Glock out

This bitch eatin' my baby, she got a child mouth

They ask for the realest, still livin', you know the squad out

Which nigga said that they trippin', bringin' the mop out

Trick ceiling ', showed her the button, told her to climb out

No, I'm not drunk

Bitch, climb out

take her to the town whip a dime out

Aha, yeah

Fuck you, talking bout

Nigga

Bitch, hop up out the car

I just spent six, seven racks, huh, hoppin' by the bar

Nah, six racks, hoppin' bar to bar

Catch a body off a bar, shit, you chillin' with a star

I can get your music off the ground, goin' hard

I'm tryin' buy the section for the gang, who in charge

They ask me where I see myself in years, goin' far

I don't really like thin lean, but I'm pourin' par

Wait till the bitch go to sleep, use her car

While she sleep, I be linin' up who I'mma meet tomorrow

Real coochie scout, I'm like, who want me tomorrow

Ain't got nothin' on me now, could bring a hunnid out tomorrow

I got rich friends, I could bring a hunnid out to borrow

If you get caught in some shit right now, who number

You gon' dial

We need to know his background, somebody pull his file

I shit everywhere I walk, they gotta clean up every aisle

Hoes clappin' ass everywhere, they hear me loud

This German engineerin', but they got to hemi growl

Weed plug, do it big, he start off with 50 pounds

Drop 50 out the Glock, we try and burn the city down

I'm jumpin' on whatever, nigga, I got 20 styles

We ain't runnin' out of weed, nigga, we got plenty loud

So hot right now, I got my head in the clouds

I'mma hit her from the back and put her head in the ground

Nigga, nigga, yeah