FREAK (feat. Freddie Dredd)
(What happened to you?)
Okay, okay, okay, ah shit
Yeah
Wanna take my shine, bitch? (Shine) you can try (try)
Run up on me, think you slick with it, uh (it's lit), we gon' die
Can you move and take no pic with it (no pics)
To them niggas thought I really wasn't sick with it (oh)
I made 'em cry
Can't believe it's me, I got a lot of shit just to keep
It just fucks with me, I'm hopin' that this shit ain't just a dream
I'm not backin' off, on and off, that bitch fuck with me
I just break her back, send her back (yeah)
No, I never keep 'em (yeah)
Nigga, I'm the fuckin' runnin' back (okay), see me then I'm gone (okay)
She so sexy, had to run it back (yeah), third time's a charm (yeah)
All that ass, what I'ma do with that? (Yeah) can you see that thong? (Yeah)
Used to only like 'em all brunette (yeah), now I like 'em blonde (yeah)
Either way she look like she just left Calypso water park (okay, oh)
Got two German bitches with me, they both high like Miramare (okay)
Should I cash on a Patek, or should I cop the Audemar? (Okay)
Show them how to take this dick (yeah, 'kay), ho said to take dick seminar
Don't complain, this is everything I wanted to myself
I'm okay, but it's a lot of demons stuck under my belt
It came fallin' down, all I felt was shit I hate to see
Bitch, look at me now, all this shit just turn me to a freak
Freak, freak
Doomshop, motherfucker
I hear you, roger that, I come in, make them fucking mad
You, you lookin' like a freak, I flash that gat and watch you tweak
I, I get a kick from it
I like to watch these bitches switch ('ches switch)
These switches come from riches, see that drum, you turn to snitches
I, I don't just hit the block, I make 'em flock and watch 'em drop (drop)
I'm countin' hella shots, equip the grip and let it pop
Your papa droppin' some, I think I gave it for his funds
I like a sniper gun, I think it look really fun
This one, this one for the freaks with the gets up
Catchy, catchy gets up, fuckin' with the best, bruh
This, this one for the bitches, shut your fuckin' shit
I rap and murder, just test me once, I'll make a hit
Okay, okay, okay, ah shit
Yeah
Wanna take my shine, bitch? (Shine) you can try (try)
Run up on me, think you slick with it, uh (it's lit), we gon' die
Can you move and take no pic with it (no pics)
To them niggas thought I really wasn't sick with it (oh)
I made 'em cry
Can't believe it's me, I got a lot of shit just to keep
It just fucks with me, I'm hopin' that this shit ain't just a dream
I'm not backin' off, on and off, that bitch fuck with me
I just break her back, send her back (yeah)
No, I never keep 'em (yeah)
Nigga, I'm the fuckin' runnin' back (okay), see me then I'm gone (okay)
She so sexy, had to run it back (yeah), third time's a charm (yeah)
All that ass, what I'ma do with that? (Yeah) can you see that thong? (Yeah)
Used to only like 'em all brunette (yeah), now I like 'em blonde (yeah)
Either way she look like she just left Calypso water park (okay, oh)
Got two German bitches with me, they both high like Miramare (okay)
Should I cash on a Patek, or should I cop the Audemar? (Okay)
Show them how to take this dick (yeah, 'kay), ho said to take dick seminar
Don't complain, this is everything I wanted to myself
I'm okay, but it's a lot of demons stuck under my belt
It came fallin' down, all I felt was shit I hate to see
Bitch, look at me now, all this shit just turn me to a freak
Freak, freak
Doomshop, motherfucker
I hear you, roger that, I come in, make them fucking mad
You, you lookin' like a freak, I flash that gat and watch you tweak
I, I get a kick from it
I like to watch these bitches switch ('ches switch)
These switches come from riches, see that drum, you turn to snitches
I, I don't just hit the block, I make 'em flock and watch 'em drop (drop)
I'm countin' hella shots, equip the grip and let it pop
Your papa droppin' some, I think I gave it for his funds
I like a sniper gun, I think it look really fun
This one, this one for the freaks with the gets up
Catchy, catchy gets up, fuckin' with the best, bruh
This, this one for the bitches, shut your fuckin' shit
I rap and murder, just test me once, I'll make a hit
Credits
Writer(s): Shermar Paul, Carl Andersson, Ryan Chassels
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