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Trapboy Freddy
Freddy (feat. Young Thug)
10,157
Hip-Hop/Rap
Freddy (feat. Young Thug) was released on August 5, 2021 by 300 Entertainment as a part of the album Distractions
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AlbumDistractions
Release DateAugust 5, 2021
Label300 Entertainment
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM64

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Trap Boy Freddy
Trap Boy Freddy
Performer
Young Thug
Young Thug
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Devarius Moore
Devarius Moore
Songwriter
Jeffrey Williams
Jeffrey Williams
Songwriter
Timothy Jordan Jenks
Timothy Jordan Jenks
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
A ‘Bainz’ Bains
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Angad Bains
Angad Bains
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
(Yo, Pi'erre, yo, Pi'erre)
Ayy (Ayy, ayy), ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah (Ah)
Yeah, woah (Woah)
Yeah (Woo)
[Chorus]
Now I can see why they scary (Why?)
Everything 'bout me Freddy (Yeah)
Karats in the chain get scary (Scary)
Karats in my ring big scary (Scary)
I poured a red in a cherry (Cherry)
Actavis, makin' it berry (Berry)
I serve a pack and be ready (Ready)
Or I can call Trapboy Freddy (Woo)
Yeah, serve all the syrup, quick, pop all the Roxies (Roxies)
Jet to the land, we poppin' (Jet to the)
See you in Atlanta, no tropics (In the land)
I'ma fuck a nurse in crocs and (Ayy, ayy)
Every single drink got tox' in it (Tox' in it)
Bitches be trippin', you coppin' (Coppin')
Never let a purse be the topic (Woo)
[Verse 1]
I'm 'bout to go to the bank (The bank)
I put my neck and my wrist on sink, uh (Ooh)
First, my lil' bitch was a saint
Now she be naked rockin' a mink, uh (Yeah)
I got big gas and it stank
Callin' it fish, need to buy me a tank, woo (On God)
New Orleans, bitch, I'm the wave but she don't rock gold like a sank (Woo)
I keep the Draco for safety, I got a extra clip and a shank (I keep the Draco)
She wanna be my lil' baby and I refuse to tell her she can't, uh (I refuse)
I lost the rest out in Vegas, it was a two-point-eight, uh (Two-point-eight)
We might not never have a baby 'cause she been swallowin' all of the semen (Woo, bitch)
I went from servin' them rocks to sellin' them blocks (What?), Plexico
I caught a bitch and I fucked her, then left her on the couch, who next to go?
She rockin' Gucci and Louis panties for her crotch (What?), oh
I keep a 10 and a Uzi under the couch, oh-oh-oh
[Chorus]
Now I can see why they scary (Woo)
Everything 'bout me Freddy (Yeah)
Karats in the chain get scary (Scary)
Karats in my ring big scary (Scary)
I poured a red in a cherry (Fairy)
Actavis, makin' it berry (Pretty)
I serve a pack and be ready (Ready)
Or I can call Trapboy Freddy (Pick up, pick up, up)
Yeah, serve all the syrup, quick, pop all the Roxies (Ayy)
Jet to the land, we poppin' (Jet to the)
See you in Atlanta, no tropics (Tropics)
I'ma fuck a nurse in crocs and (Top ten)
Every single drink got tox' in it (Tox' in it)
Bitches be trippin', you coppin' (Woo)
Never let a purse be the topic (Uh-uh)
[Verse 2]
Never let the purse be the topic, 'specially when a young **** poppin' (Yeah, poppin')
No, it ain't trickin' if you got it, but you can't be watchin' my pockets (Uh-uh, nah)
Go half on her new body (Her new body), in the bulletproof truck smokin' Biscotti
Can't fuck with lil' buddy, he knew 'bout it (He knew 'bout it)
I'm the motherfuckin' boss, what you do 'bout it? (What you do 'bout it, pussy?)
Jet to the land, we poppin' (Poppin')
Can't cuff her if she thottin' (Nah)
Can't trust him, he rotten (Uh-uh)
Put one in his motherfuckin' noggin (Boom)
I just went Valentino to the floor by the ropes (By the ropes)
We belong together (Yeah)
I'm in the trap makin' plays on the couch, mixin' some medicine strong together (Hey)
High-Tech, sippin' on red (Red), Percocet just for my head and things
Baby girl, look at them legs (Legs), ooh, I almost said some things (Hold up)
If he diss on the set, catch a check (Catch a check)
My necklace open and close, huh
VVS all in the nose, huh (Woo)
[Chorus]
Now I can see why they scary (Woo)
Everything 'bout me Freddy (Yeah)
Karats in the chain get scary (Scary)
Karats in my ring big scary (Scary)
I poured a red in a cherry (Fairy)
Actavis, makin' it berry (Pretty)
I serve a pack and be ready (Ready)
Or I can call Trapboy Freddy (Pick up, pick up, up)
Yeah, serve all the syrup, quick, pop all the Roxies (Ayy)
Jet to the land, we poppin' (Jet to the)
See you in Atlanta, no tropics (Tropics)
I'ma fuck a nurse in crocs and (Top ten)
Every single drink got tox' in it (Tox' in it)
Bitches be trippin', you coppin' (Woo)
Never let a purse be the topic (Uh-uh)
Written by: Devarius Moore, Jeffrey Williams, Timothy Jordan Jenks

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