Fred and Jase ft. Kasho Lyrics

I pull up with that Chop in my hand

Pussy niggas be hatin' they fans

I'ma rock out with my cock in my hand

In the other, I'm keepin' my Glock in my hand

Matter fact, I be passing that bitch to my man

Make a sound with that choppa it sound like a band

Getting dirty with the choppa like my name was Dan

I know how to work with the Glock in my hand

I been chasin' that guap, pass it off to my mans

I'm not worried bout you niggas, I'm chasin' them bands

Man these niggas be watchin', these niggas as fans

Been makin' that money since I learned that I can

I'm throwin' them picks, I feel like I'm Cam

Might shoot to L.A. like I play for the Rams

Laid up with your bitch and you know I'm gon' slam

She be doin' some tricks, like it's NBA Jam

I feel like Lil Baby, they callin' me Wham

She talk to them niggas, think I give a damn

I'm shakin' my dreads, I feel like I'm Sosa

I got a new Glock and it's tucked in a holster

I'm mixin' that promethazine, with that soda

Them niggas gon' do your ass bad and I told you

Hit you up with the Drac' and you know I'm gon' fold you

Nigga come in this place and we tippin' his shoulder

I've been asking the bitch, what the fuck is the hold up

If you want me tonight, then you need to come over

She be chattin' a lot, I ain't fuckin' her sober

It's a Kool-Aid mix and a pint in my soda

Got my gang in this bitch ain't no fuckin' me over

It's the end of the summer, she askin' for closure

I broke up with the bitch, cause I'm finally sober

I've been gripping my head from that cart hangover

She a big-ass bitch and her ass Range Rover

She don't wanna make up, she must want me to fold her

You be doing that shit, so my hand ain't a holder

Don't know why we ain't fuckin' look over my shoulder

She do bad-ass shit, now we finally finished

Got a big snap score, but I stayed out her business

I look deep in my head and that shit lookin' fishy

Bitch you gotta get back, I don't want you to kiss me

Take a look at the ass and that bitch like the Grinch be

Bitch we finna find out why your hotel dingy

You keep shakin' that shit, but I see where the stench be

And she wanna be a star, but I'm bein' stingy

She can see that I'm rappin' and I want the Benjis

Hop out icy as hell, probably feel like a mint be

I be cheatin', that's probably why she wanna hit me

Nigga, bang on the door for to ask where the rent be

You lil niggas so broke, might as well go fishing

Do not make me mad, my finger been itching

I was breakin' her down, she doin' the dishes

I keep telling the hoe we can't fuck in the kitchen

Not a Ig post I do not want a mention

Had to jump out of rags and get to the riches

Balling out on a bitch, I don't pass like I'm stingy

Bitch I already said it, but I am Da Vinci

I can't fuck with no hoe, she cheat for attention

I don't know about you, it go down in my city

Can't fuck with you niggas, you niggas be pity

Don't say you my bro, if you wasn't down in the trenches

This bitch tryna fuck up the way that I'm livin

He wanna talk, shit? Gon' get sent with a ticket

He wanna talk down, gon' get hit in his fitted

Bitch, don't come around if you really ain't with it

I pull up mask on like it's Jason vs Freddy

I don't want the lil bitch because she try to be petty

Niggas pull up on you, leave your shit like spaghetti

In the bed with your girl, make a mess like confetti

Give your girl Triple D like it's Ed, Edd, n Eddy

Take your shit off like I hit you up with machete

Hit your ass up with the hot shit, I don't think that you ready

And that bitch got the guap like her first name was Fetty

Pack your ass in a bag, got you zipped up with Hefty

Can't shoot with the right, I switch to the lefty

I been packing these pounds, you know that they heavy

My niggas hawk down, we watchin', we deadly

I shoot with the Glock, I'm holdin' it steady

You say you got powers, you better be Barry

I can't hang with you niggas, you niggas is scary

My niggas will leave yo shit red like a cherry