Blow
Blow your brains out wit' a fuckin' forty-five, bitch
Forty-five, bitch, fuckin' (doomshot, mothafucka)
Blow your brains out wit' a fuckin' forty-five, bitch
Forty-five, bitch, fuckin' forty-five, bitch
What the hell you smokin' on you actin' like a bitch?
Freddie Dredd is runnin' up on you with double clips
I don't even need to look, I close my damn eyes
What the fuck I'm shootin' at? Oh, it's the blue sky
I'ma aim it anyways, fuck if ya die
No bitch, why are you assumin' I am high?
I am not high, bitch, I'm a bad guy
Let me go to work, bitch, tie my damn tie
I'ma step all over the dead
Smoke the pack just not to give a fuck what you said
Flying coast to coast, I give a fuck 'bout the bread
Don't step too close to the fuckin' Fred
I'm too buck, I'm too strapped up
Bitches wanna fuck but can I spare another nut?
All these hoes, these bitches wanna know
"Hey man, Freddie, where did you get ya flow?"
I'm too buck, I'm too strapped up
I'm-I'm too buck, I'm too strapped up
I'm too buck, I'm too strapped up
I'm-I'm too buck, I'm too strapped up
Blow your brains out wit' a fuckin' forty-five, bitch
Forty-five, bitch, fuckin' (doomshot, mothafucka)
Blow your brains out wit' a fuckin' forty-five, bitch
Forty-five, bitch, fuckin' forty-five, bitch
Blow your brains out wit' a fuckin' forty-five, bitch
Forty-five, bitch, fuckin' (doomshot, mothafucka)
Blow your brains out wit' a fuckin' forty-five, bitch
Forty-five, bitch, fuckin' forty-five, bitch
Forty-five, bitch, fuckin' (doomshot, mothafucka)
Blow your brains out wit' a fuckin' forty-five, bitch
Forty-five, bitch, fuckin' forty-five, bitch
What the hell you smokin' on you actin' like a bitch?
Freddie Dredd is runnin' up on you with double clips
I don't even need to look, I close my damn eyes
What the fuck I'm shootin' at? Oh, it's the blue sky
I'ma aim it anyways, fuck if ya die
No bitch, why are you assumin' I am high?
I am not high, bitch, I'm a bad guy
Let me go to work, bitch, tie my damn tie
I'ma step all over the dead
Smoke the pack just not to give a fuck what you said
Flying coast to coast, I give a fuck 'bout the bread
Don't step too close to the fuckin' Fred
I'm too buck, I'm too strapped up
Bitches wanna fuck but can I spare another nut?
All these hoes, these bitches wanna know
"Hey man, Freddie, where did you get ya flow?"
I'm too buck, I'm too strapped up
I'm-I'm too buck, I'm too strapped up
I'm too buck, I'm too strapped up
I'm-I'm too buck, I'm too strapped up
Blow your brains out wit' a fuckin' forty-five, bitch
Forty-five, bitch, fuckin' (doomshot, mothafucka)
Blow your brains out wit' a fuckin' forty-five, bitch
Forty-five, bitch, fuckin' forty-five, bitch
Blow your brains out wit' a fuckin' forty-five, bitch
Forty-five, bitch, fuckin' (doomshot, mothafucka)
Blow your brains out wit' a fuckin' forty-five, bitch
Forty-five, bitch, fuckin' forty-five, bitch
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Writer(s): Freddie Dredd
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