FREAKA (feat. Yunngg Cali)
Lil freaka go on do your dance
Throw it round with no hands
I see you got a man
Leave him off the xan
Baby twerk
Go bezerk
Do it for purse yeah
Do it cause your thirsty
Lil freaka a eater
She say she a diva
Just came out the steama
I'm hot
Cant fall out with my bro's
Over digits or hoes
Cause we gone do a show
And we gone get some mo
Get your commas up
Fuck these dollas up
And we gotta eat there's alot of us
I'm in love with the drugs it is not a lust
And suckas is mad the ain't hot as us
Nice dress bet it look better on the flo
I can't waste no time bitch I'm on the go
I'm off that dro wait
That shit got me stoned wait
Merged into own lane
Heard I got that road rage
Bitch get out my way
Stay so high I'm in outer space
Don't you got something to do hoe?
Ain't you got clout to chase?
They used to doubt me when I would say that I would make it
I'm proving my point
Cali hit me with the addie said he gotta baddie
Make her scream she's losing her voice
Lockdown pulled up in the caddy let em know that we
Smokeheavy like 200 joints
We get a beat then hit Studio B
Give that shit to the public for you to enjoy
I got the sauce like I'm pasta
Chill in the lab smoking pot like a Rasta
When you this solid you spot the imposters
I'm sick as Corona bitch call up the doctor
Throw it round with no hands
I see you got a man
Leave him off the xan
Baby twerk
Go bezerk
Do it for purse yeah
Do it cause your thirsty
Lil freaka a eater
She say she a diva
Just came out the steama
I'm hot
Cant fall out with my bro's
Over digits or hoes
Cause we gone do a show
And we gone get some mo
Get your commas up
Fuck these dollas up
And we gotta eat there's alot of us
I'm in love with the drugs it is not a lust
And suckas is mad the ain't hot as us
Nice dress bet it look better on the flo
I can't waste no time bitch I'm on the go
I'm off that dro wait
That shit got me stoned wait
Merged into own lane
Heard I got that road rage
Bitch get out my way
Stay so high I'm in outer space
Don't you got something to do hoe?
Ain't you got clout to chase?
They used to doubt me when I would say that I would make it
I'm proving my point
Cali hit me with the addie said he gotta baddie
Make her scream she's losing her voice
Lockdown pulled up in the caddy let em know that we
Smokeheavy like 200 joints
We get a beat then hit Studio B
Give that shit to the public for you to enjoy
I got the sauce like I'm pasta
Chill in the lab smoking pot like a Rasta
When you this solid you spot the imposters
I'm sick as Corona bitch call up the doctor
Credits
Writer(s): Charles Gardner
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