Fraud

Doomshop, motherfucker
Mo-, motherfucker

Where you at, mama?
Got to tell me before I get back
I hate that, for 25 bones I get it mix-matched
I'm gonna- I'm gonna fuck a fool I think I might go hit up Deebo
He's mean though, I gotta get my drink before I heave, hoe- heave, hoe

I keep it strapped up, loaded, I ain't never lacking- lacking
I get the pack and where you at? I need that action

Baby- baby, want it- want it
I got my Glock with me and I just wanna kill it- kill it
I get so drunk, all alone, while she calling my phone
But the Freddie at your home- home
Aiming at your dome- dome
Goddamn boy, who be feeding you this shit- shit?
Scared him like a bitch, keep it on me like my dick
Sell me goods, sell me what, I just wanna fuck it up
Wanna- wanna fuck it up

Where you at, mama?
Got to tell me before I get back
I hate that, for 25 bones I get it mix-matched
I'm gonna- I'm gonna fuck a fool I think I might go hit up Deebo
He's mean though, I gotta get my drink before I heave, hoe

Where you- Where you at, mama?
Got to tell me before I get back
Where you- Where you at, mama?
Got to tell me before I get back
Where you at, mama?
Got to tell me before I get back
Where you- Where you at, mama?
Got to tell me before I get back



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Writer(s): Ryan Chassels
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