freshmanszn Lyrics

Ayy, y'all

Ayy, ayy, I ain't baby tron but you can catch me jamming chips or slidin' tracks

He say he took my hoe, bitch, I ain't trippin I'ma give her back

D-Dissing on lil' Larry

Fuck around and knock yo noodles back

Yo bitch, She wanna wear my bape hoodie bitch, I paid two for that

Bitch i'm high as hell got cotton mouth

Sippin' on that cherry sprite,

Perky it's gone get me right

Yeah, We get money, we don't fucking fight

Them 223s and hollows with my gang And, bitch, we down to slide

I'm chillin' with yo' bitch

She say, KD boy, I'm just down to slide

It's just some about iguodala,

Hit yo' boyfriend with a number nine

Now, I won't speak up on the dead,

But see Cequel he just a son of mine

Damn your daughter seen us creep up on your block

And now she terrified, bitch

Puffin' up my blunt

She hit it twice done got her paralyzed

I'm high as hell up in that vette

Hit the gas, bet you won't catch

I'm like a dog, I got yo' bitch choosin

Lil' bitch, this ain't fetch

556 they shooting fast,

These some bullets you can't catch

I'm tweakin' in the whip, I just hit

Like 150 in the rex

I'm sneaky, linkin' with yo' bitch

I told that hoe to get undressed

Man, fuck a vest

That red dot hit his head

And lay that boy to rest

And we slidin' with them 72's

And hollows, we ain't doubleback

And I'm with Y4L, You know KD

He tote them double straps,

Talking hot up on the gram

You ain't even get yo' mans back

Get yo' bitch up off my dick

Before I go and get her friend cracked

Geekin' in the stu with Ace

And we goin' back to back

He laughin' on the gram

We shot his mans, but he ain't laugh at that

Exotic cars, drivin' fast

On the freeway, pushin' scats

Yo man's dead, can't get him back

Boy, you broke as hell

Can't live like that

AR pistol what we toting,

Pussy boy, I don't fight,

That Nigga can't even rap

How the fuck he get up co-sign

Y4L, we slimin' niggas out for fun

And better keep yo' gun

Cause when we slide, hope

You know it ain't no one on one

This bitch say I'm delusional

I told her she ain't make no sense

I got up in her head I'm finna fuck her, I might make her mess

Bitch, I cheated on my test

What makes you think I ain't gon' cheat on you

I'm mad as fuck, she cheated back

I guess I gots to see it through

You still wearin' thrasher

Up in 23

Boy, throw that shit away

Yo' block look like tornadoes

Cause CK went out to bust the K

And we beat his ass so bad

That boy, he sick, he called up dr dre

You won't hear my name shit

MIA, bitch, I be out the way

I ain't Baby Tron

But you can catch me jammin' chips or slidin' tracks

He say it's up my hoe, bitch

I ain't trippin I'ma get her back,

Dissin on lil' Larry fuck around

And knock yo' noodle back

Yo' bitch, you wanna wear my bape hoodie

Bitch, I pay two for that

Bitch ass niggas

Ha ha