Freaks On File Lyrics

(Aye aye aye, aye aye aye)

All I wanted was a bail and a two tone

Real cold, still will kick her out and send a bitch home

And I still will send a bundle through the mail too, scale too

Know I'm weighin' pounds in the back room

Know I got some freaks on file suckin' dick too

I don't wanna break a bitch if I can't break her friend too

I don't wanna make a bitch if she ain't makin' cents dude

I know she ain't makin' money she be stressin' when the rent due

I'm 'bouta pull it out

When I showed her 20 bands she pulled her pussy out

She sellin' box I got a box of them lil' cookie pounds

Comme des Garcons she got her eyes on my heart now

I could scan a bitch in a second like a bar code

I ain't get the chance to do it, she had went and sold her own soul

I ain't tryna do all the layin' up rather be alone

Just some lil' shit from back in the day that made my heart cold

Got her swimmin' in the pool and she steady makin' Tik Toks

I don't like her tone, when she talk make her kick rocks

I might bring 'em to the crib but I won't bring 'em to the stash spot

I done worked the front street and I done really worked the back blocks

Say she want a new ass man, lets go and hit the butt shop

I don't like to talk a lot

I remember sellin' grams at the bus stop

Remember only trappin' out halves, trappin' out zips too

Now if you ain't buyin' a zip or up I ain't wanna talk to you

Can't trust what come out a bitch mouth

I'll have your bitch come over and make the truth come out

Why these boys tryna steal my sound I hope they tooth fall out

Just know you can't steal my bitch but I might go and knock yours down

I'm a prophet, you a peasant, swear to God I'm a livin' legend

Every time I speak it's a poem, people sayin' I'm a reverend

They sayin' that I'm a blessing, but I feel like it's a curse

The only person I fear is God, I told 'em go be scared at church

All I wanted was a bail and a two tone

Real cold, still will kick her out and send a bitch home

And I still will send a bundle through the mail too, scale too

Know I'm weighin' pounds in the back room

Know I got some freaks on file suckin' dick too

I don't wanna break a bitch if I can't break her friend too

I don't wanna make a bitch if she ain't makin' cents dude

I know she ain't makin' money she be stressin' when the rent due

I'm 'bouta pull it out

When I showed her 20 bands she pulled her pussy out

She sellin' box I got a box of them lil' cookie pounds

Comme des Garcons she got her eyes on my heart now

I could scan a bitch in a second like a bar code

I ain't get the chance to do it, she had went and sold her own soul

I ain't tryna do all the layin' up rather be alone

Just some lil' shit from back in the day that made my heart cold

(Aye aye aye, aye aye aye aye)