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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fredo Bang
Fredo Bang
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frederick Givens II
Frederick Givens II
Lyrics

Testi

Dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah-dah (Tuned up)
Dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah-dah
Dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah-dah
Dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah-dah
Ayy, sick and tired of **** always talkin' like they wan' do somethin'
Same **** be talkin' be the ones, they never do nothin'
I pop out in them city and don't give a fuck 'bout who comin'
I blush a bitch out with blue hundreds, you gon' die tryna prove somethin'
To pussy-ass rappers who make disses when they drugged out
How the fuck these **** thug and they be sittin', postin' on Clubhouse
Ayy, can't keep down they food, these **** thuggin' on that raw now
I'ma blame it on that wrong fire, you better leave me 'lone now
Hit a **** where hurt, when I feel played, I'm drawin' blood, 5
Same **** call my phone for some advice, thought it was love, 5
I'm fuckin' on your BM, we got feelings, we make love now
Any **** speak on G, he pay the fee, I'm crossin' blood, dog
Ayy, fuckin' on this bitch, I valet park, she came to— for now
FN my friend, I swear to God, I put my trust in him
I just ain't do nothin', they rah hit who? I'm walkin' out the bitch
No, it's not a diss, I'm just speakin' how I'm thuggin' that
And don't pay about this business, feel like **** can't do nothin' with him
Gangster by himself, it ain't no need to bring a bus with him
That other **** cap, Cheek killed the dead, so it ain't nothin' with him
He'll probably kill his self before he ever thought about touch this (Ski)
Dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah-dah (Ayy, ayy)
Dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah-dah (Ayy, ayy, yeah)
Dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah-dah (Get me one, uh, I'm fishin' for me one, baow, baow, woo)
Dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah-dah (Get me one, ooh, I'm fishin' for me one, oh)
Ayy, tell 'em send me one, I ain't scared (Dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah-dah, I ain't scared)
I get on that type of time, I see red (Dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah-dah, I see red)
I can't get these dead **** out my head (Dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah-dah, out my head)
These ****, I don't fuck with 'em, you play, you better duck with 'em (Dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah-dah)
If you don't like me, then just say that, you ain't gotta play it smooth
I hate **** that be fake friendly, that shit fuck up my mood
You said in the name of who? ****, better play it cool
That poor dead, you wanted smoke, it ain't shit to run it back with you
Okay, I get on that time, don't play no games, I'm tryna flip a four
Youngin out his mind, he been flippin' shit since middle school
Don't take these **** serious, they be trippin' like a bitch'll do (Yeah)
Know that they don't like me, I can tell just by the interviews
Dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah-dah (Ayy, ayy)
Dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah-dah (Ayy, ayy, yeah)
Dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah-dah (Get me one, uh, I'm fishin' for me one, baow, baow, woo)
Dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah-dah (Get me one, ooh, I'm fishin' for me one, oh)
Ayy, tell 'em send me one, I ain't scared (Dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah-dah, I ain't scared)
I get on that type of time, I see red (Dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah-dah, I see red)
I can't get these dead **** out my head (Dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah-dah, out my head)
These ****, I don't fuck with 'em, you play, you better duck with 'em (Dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah-dah)
Dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah-dah
Dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah-dah
Dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah-dah
Dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah
Written by: Frederick Givens II
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