Freddy Flow ft. Luh Shotty Lyrics

All black masked up like the devil

He talkin hot then i send more than several

Big knock yall is not on my level

I slide through the grothe in the back of a rebel

In the cut skied up like jason

Betta run fast cuz these bullets is pacing

Ima up on the sitch broad day shit

Smoking on zay he got left on the

pavement

Trick or treat we gone walk through they block

Open the door he get met with a knock

Shotty my demon he ready to flock

When mela got hit he got put into shock

In the party im sippin on henny

Tdot a clown nd his bitch look like penny

No i cant fuck with that bitch if she friendly

An if she a virgin im hitting it gently

They see a ghost when they look at my face

Hop out the v an i'm bouta erase

12 on dick gotta take on a chase

Tay kay i'm buggin im doin the race

She threw it back an i fuck up her lace

She eat it up then i nut on her face

Bullets is spraying a hitting like mace

Kiesha got hit hallows fucked up her brace

Freddy krueger i slide in ya dreams

Feel like im buggin i pop me a bean

Smoking on drizz he got beat with the beams

Left bloody no marry I clean up the scene

Tdot is pussy he not what he seem

Shotty pop out to the party wit green

Jesko on dick but father a fein

I'm shooting movies i'm making em scream

All black masked up like the devil

He talkin hot then i send more than several

Big knock yall is not on my level

I slide through the grothe in the back of a rebel

In the cut skied up like jason

Betta run fast cuz these bullets is pacing

Ima up on the sitch broad day shit

Smoking on zay he got left on the pavement

Ima up it and flock I ain't waiting

I don't think niggas hear what I'm saying

He tried to duck at his crib where we Laying

As soon as he come out the door get to banging

Bow ya niggas better start praying

Cus my niggas spinning for packs

Brody maneuver the whip While I'm Hanging

If he try to run get em hit in his back

Me and Brody like Kobe and Shaq

l throw a lob and he bang on his hat

Off a yerk I don't know how to act

Tell the opps ya ain't learn from ya man's in the past

l'm on the O no glove no mask

I'm tryn see if a fuck nigga lack

All the opps shit dirt shit trash

Ya better go get up and get you some cash

1 ya niggas never got back for ya man's but ya put me in songs

And for number 2

Anyone pushing up thinking he strong Gon be dead and he gone

And for number 3 you know I can't trust no v

If it's tinted I throw on the beam

And for number 4

You better throw 20 or more

If not then you better not leave

All black masked up like the devil

He talkin hot then i send more than several

Big knock yall is not on my level

I slide through the grothe in the back of a rebel

In the cut skied up like jason

Betta run fast cuz these bullets is pacing

Ima up on the sitch broad day shit

Smoking on zay he got left on the pavement