Freddie ft. Lil' Jesus Lyrics

My my my my bros the rizz radiator he gets hoes like mater

If you a bitch finna leave you in a ditch check the coast for the snitch

Pull that that arrow loose sipping on grey goose

We got that booze

Pull the trigger and you in a snooze

Bitch you lose

Pu Pu Push you aside mighty in your stride

Go head faze me, go ahead try

Feel like a protein I'm about to synthesis

In terms of your loss never I sympathise

l'm on my way going steady

Looking for a man that they named Freddie

Wow look at you getting all all sweaty

Shit here he comes pull out your machete

Alright that's good you made him go way

Only a matter time before he comes back to slay

Next time expect everything

We don't have to wait till next spring

Wow the moods gone sour let me empower

We've been alive for half an hour

That's half more than average

We don't suck

l guess you can count that beginners luck

Not sure where to go? Go ahead and figure

My friend Marlone he needs to configure

Some lyrics for tracks lets go back

We're about to reach the climax

Feel like deeds l got the speed

Not the white stuff neither the dutch weed

I'm talking about pace like Mbappe

Somebody please get me a latte

I need the caffeine or maybe lean

I'm joking I stay clean

We need someone that help us

Who hits harder than a school bus

No but seriously Freddie's returning

If anything that is very concerning

Wait who's that l see is that ChXO

With his flow like venom its hard not to flex yo

Cos when I'm on I come with the venom

Striking like Erling right through your denim

I spit a little bitter on the track like a lemon

But I'm sweet as candy the way I be selling

Flows for entry? I guess I'm well in

Fake we don't speak we go and get em

Keep it real lies we never telling

And we keep it Silver cos I'm back defending

Sleeping on me boy I'm Freddy

When you see me best be ready

Cos I'm aiming for the headie

One only chance else you're dead meat

Keep your eyes out vision steady

Else you get hit with the led g

You can't get help from no med b

To stop me boy you'd have to be Eddie

Yea

Pilling up these beats like bodies

You ain't want beef with me shawty

Cos I keep me a little shotty

12 gauge dual wield Die-A-Lotties

They Pack a punch I leave em all knotty

Hit for Quad damage with the red dottie

Leave em red headed just like Lottie

21 savage this alot g

Your trophie cabinet looks like Totti's

Quit playing with me

Oh

Also sorry about the line Lottie

It just rhymed