When I bounce back I'mma need a big sack
Shawty make that ass clap, stretch the fetti 'til it overlap
Y'all got ovaries, need that bad bitch overseas
Got varieties that flame bag from Cali
Up in yo dreams, you can call me Freddy
I got more drip than a frozen yeti
I stay I stay all about my fetti
I stay I stay all about my fetti
Up in yo dreams, you can call me Freddy
I got more drip than a frozen yeti
I stay I stay all about my fetti
I stay I stay all about my fetti
All I need is somethin' pretty with big double D titties
A fat sack of weed and a couple hundred milli
I'm flyin' with my crew and we comin' to your city
Jump in you comin' too, in the jet we movin' quickly
I'm goin' batshit on all of my verses
Stay grippin' heat, no it ain't even hurtin'
Unload the glock and I do it with purpose
Drop you boxes and ship you in hearses
Every line is written in cursive
Oo yeah yeah
I think that's enough, see yo crew producing bullshit
And you think that you tough
You f*ck with me I'll have you through with
I'm so ill even my flu sick, if you step once then I'm shootin'
Yeah I'm callin' ya bluff, stack the chips and make 'em flip
Boy don't push on your luck, I'm bout to hit you with a buckshot
I'm smokin' grass while you smoke rocks
Burnin a Back everywhere I walk
Make a bitch go down in public
In the middle of McDonalds she lovin' it
Up in yo dreams, you can call me Freddy
I got more drip than a frozen yeti
I stay I stay all about my fetti
I stay I stay all about my fetti
Up in yo dreams, you can call me Freddy
I got more drip than a frozen yeti
I stay I stay all about my fetti
I stay I stay all about my fetti
Yeah I stay about my fetti
Chop chop machete
Bang bang confetti
I swear all y'all sweaty
I swear all y'all petty
Off with ya head guillotine
Off the radar, like a submarine
Late night lurkin' call me Wolverine
Late night tokin' yeah I palm trees
Early morning wake up bake up
Gotta get my cake up, Not a dolla I won't take up
Nightmares and red flares, no boat but I keep floatin'
No more time keep loadin' play my hand I'm never foldin'
Y'all just gilded, while I'm pure golden
Everyday I be constantly growin'
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When I bounce back I'mma need a big sack
Shawty make that ass clap, stretch the fetti 'til it overlap
Y'all got ovaries, need that bad bitch overseas
Got varieties that flame bag from Cali
Up in yo dreams, you can call me Freddy
I got more drip than a frozen yeti
I stay I stay all about my fetti
I stay I stay all about my fetti
Up in yo dreams, you can call me Freddy
I got more drip than a frozen yeti
I stay I stay all about my fetti
I stay I stay all about my fetti
All I need is somethin' pretty with big double D titties
A fat sack of weed and a couple hundred milli
I'm flyin' with my crew and we comin' to your city
Jump in you comin' too, in the jet we movin' quickly
I'm goin' batshit on all of my verses
Stay grippin' heat, no it ain't even hurtin'
Unload the glock and I do it with purpose
Drop you boxes and ship you in hearses
Every line is written in cursive
Oo yeah yeah
I think that's enough, see yo crew producing bullshit
And you think that you tough
You f*ck with me I'll have you through with
I'm so ill even my flu sick, if you step once then I'm shootin'
Yeah I'm callin' ya bluff, stack the chips and make 'em flip
Boy don't push on your luck, I'm bout to hit you with a buckshot
I'm smokin' grass while you smoke rocks
Burnin a Back everywhere I walk
Make a bitch go down in public
In the middle of McDonalds she lovin' it
Up in yo dreams, you can call me Freddy
I got more drip than a frozen yeti
I stay I stay all about my fetti
I stay I stay all about my fetti
Up in yo dreams, you can call me Freddy
I got more drip than a frozen yeti
I stay I stay all about my fetti
I stay I stay all about my fetti
Yeah I stay about my fetti
Chop chop machete
Bang bang confetti
I swear all y'all sweaty
I swear all y'all petty
Off with ya head guillotine
Off the radar, like a submarine
Late night lurkin' call me Wolverine
Late night tokin' yeah I palm trees
Early morning wake up bake up
Gotta get my cake up, Not a dolla I won't take up
Nightmares and red flares, no boat but I keep floatin'
No more time keep loadin' play my hand I'm never foldin'
Y'all just gilded, while I'm pure golden
Everyday I be constantly growin'
Shawty make that ass clap, stretch the fetti 'til it overlap
Y'all got ovaries, need that bad bitch overseas
Got varieties that flame bag from Cali
Up in yo dreams, you can call me Freddy
I got more drip than a frozen yeti
I stay I stay all about my fetti
I stay I stay all about my fetti
Up in yo dreams, you can call me Freddy
I got more drip than a frozen yeti
I stay I stay all about my fetti
I stay I stay all about my fetti
All I need is somethin' pretty with big double D titties
A fat sack of weed and a couple hundred milli
I'm flyin' with my crew and we comin' to your city
Jump in you comin' too, in the jet we movin' quickly
I'm goin' batshit on all of my verses
Stay grippin' heat, no it ain't even hurtin'
Unload the glock and I do it with purpose
Drop you boxes and ship you in hearses
Every line is written in cursive
Oo yeah yeah
I think that's enough, see yo crew producing bullshit
And you think that you tough
You f*ck with me I'll have you through with
I'm so ill even my flu sick, if you step once then I'm shootin'
Yeah I'm callin' ya bluff, stack the chips and make 'em flip
Boy don't push on your luck, I'm bout to hit you with a buckshot
I'm smokin' grass while you smoke rocks
Burnin a Back everywhere I walk
Make a bitch go down in public
In the middle of McDonalds she lovin' it
Up in yo dreams, you can call me Freddy
I got more drip than a frozen yeti
I stay I stay all about my fetti
I stay I stay all about my fetti
Up in yo dreams, you can call me Freddy
I got more drip than a frozen yeti
I stay I stay all about my fetti
I stay I stay all about my fetti
Yeah I stay about my fetti
Chop chop machete
Bang bang confetti
I swear all y'all sweaty
I swear all y'all petty
Off with ya head guillotine
Off the radar, like a submarine
Late night lurkin' call me Wolverine
Late night tokin' yeah I palm trees
Early morning wake up bake up
Gotta get my cake up, Not a dolla I won't take up
Nightmares and red flares, no boat but I keep floatin'
No more time keep loadin' play my hand I'm never foldin'
Y'all just gilded, while I'm pure golden
Everyday I be constantly growin'
Writer: Benjamin Adams, Tristam Davis
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