RIP Fredo Lyrics

(It's him not a dream)

Yeah, they see that I'm going up (New Tank)

Now they wanna eat off my plate

You talking a lot on the 'gram, you see me in person got nothing to say

Nigga you finna go die today, I told you that, that was your fate

Huh, Johnny Dang, i'ma put my diamonds in your face

I got a show in a minute and I'm already late

I fucked this ho' one time, she telling everyone we dating

Yuh, I fucked this ho' one time, she telling everyone we together

I really put that shit on, lil ho, Balenciaga sweater

I got brain from 2 twins, I can't tell which one is better

Ain't finna chase that ho, if she wanna leave then i'ma let her

I really got this shit up

I'm really talking to God

I really got this shit up

I got like too many perks

I feel like I'm posted in COD (New Tank)

Pull ho's like a fisherman, yeah I got that rod

Niggas tryna ride my wave, I ain't talking rod

I just came from whipping up that crack inside the pot

I just spent 20 bands in the Ricky shop

That nigga talking 'bout smoke, we finna get that boy popped

Why do you talk about smoke you can't handle?

I do a drill in a Chrome Heart flannel

RIP, RIP, Fredo Santana

No, I don't fuck with no dirty diana

Bitch I'm like RIP Fredo Santana

Bitch I'm like RIP Fredo Santana

No, I don't fuck with no dirty diana

Bitch I'm like RIP Fredo Santana

Bitch I'm like RIP Fredo Santana

Why do you talk about smoke you can't handle?

I do a drill in a Chrome Heart flannel

RIP, RIP, Fredo Santana