GTG

Come on, baby, let's go get another fucking stain
Beat them-, beat them with the chain, feelin' good up in the rain
Thera-, therapy, I'll be killing bitches 'til the end of me
Choking on your words, tell you when it's gonna hurt
I'ma break your heart, Freddie gonna make you fuckin' split apart
What the fuck was that, Fredd-?
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, bitch

Consequences heavy, are you bitches ready?
Step into my Chevy, aimin' very steady
Calm down, you ain't scared now
You accept your fate, you can't relate, you bow down
Stop that bitchin' shit, you never know who got the clip
Aimin' at your head, dead, gonna put your ass to bed
Night, night, bitch, you's a light bitch
Freddie bright, bitch, murk a fuckin' snitch

Rest in peace, mane, take a load off
Cold in your damn grave, I think I got a cough
Shit, I'm sick, I got it from your blood
These bitches always try to fuck with me, I'm in the mud
Let's try to sort that out, I promise you I will go easy
Your carcass fuckin' freezing, trickin' you, it was so easy
I don't want a bitch or a ho, I think you just gotta go
Meet me at the corner store, gonna leave you wantin' more

Little suckers always comin' up to me
What you tryna say, you little bitch? I'll end your day
I don't want a bitch or a ho, I think you just gotta go
Meet me at the corner store, gonna leave you wantin' more
Little suckers always comin' up to me
What you tryna say, you little bitch? I'll end your day



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Writer(s): Ryan Chassels
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