CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Stunna

Doomshop, motherf**ka

O-Okay baby, please don't tell me what to do
I'm gonna keep up all my sh*t, you know the Freddie never lose
Got the hoes in the back
Matter of fact, I keep a gat
I just say it every song
I see you when you alone
It's a callout to the b*t*h talking all that silly sh*t
I'm a boss mane, chicken things
Why you acting crazy, mane?
Ooh, I got it in my backpack now
Look inside the pocket and you acting all astound
"Freddie, how you get this, I just can't believe my eyes"
What the f**k I'm looking at now?
Where the f**k my knife?
That thing use perception, got to put this sh*t together
f**k that old man, f**k that weather

Step up to the plate
You know the Freddie stole your money
What a bummer, I'm a big old stunna'
Flexing on these b*t*hes, what the f**k you talking 'bout?
Big dog sh*t, rocking Burberry, b*t*h
Step up to the plate
You know the Freddie stole your money
What a bummer, I'm a big old stunna'
Flexing on these b*t*hes, what the f**k you talking 'bout?
Big dog sh*t, rocking Burberry, b*t*h