Fr3do - What It Is

I pulled up with all bangers
What you doing with your fingers
Niggas want beef, then its Angus
He want clout we make him famous
So what you niggas claiming, man
What you niggas claiming
This Shit get dangerous

This that get a brick of fentnyal and break it down
Ain't talking about no 8ths, We finna sell these bitches by the gram
Auntie still got them yams, all we've seen was pots and pans
I swear to God before my nigga died he had a hunnid bands (a honey bun)

Bitches on they phone they say they love me some
I've been trying to chill off that road, I got another run
Fucked her off a perk and told her call me when the money come
Nigga put me in a song, the last thing he sees, is 100 drums

I've been popping and it's been coming out my pores
Do you know what I had to do to get my shoes say Dior
I rock shit they can't afford and they fuck hoes that I ignore
Took my bitch out to Miami just to fuck her on the floor

It is 2021 why niggas still sending tweets
Every time that it was beef I ain't do shit but sink my teeth
Ain't going back and forth on Instagram we leave it in the street
We raising hell up in the city and it can't never be no peace

I need to wipe my ass cuz every day I put that shit on
You know I'm with whatever, my nigga what you trying to get on
I just got the word that it's some niggas we gonna sit on
An this glock is tossin' the loogies, if you run up, he get spit on

If you run up you get done up
Tell his mama come pick her son up
Get that feeling in my stomach every time I pick my gun up
Know the opps is trying to score, yeah they just trying to get one up
But every time they see me out in traffic they be like "What up?"

Written by:
Freddie Sly, JeMare Manns Jr

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