Oh Fredo
(Keep my wife's name out of your fucking mouth)
Hmm, no faking it
Shit, I think need a Fanta with a 8 in it
I fall in love every time I watch the quagen drip
Ooh that's a nice chain, bitch I'm taking it
Bitch fine as hell and got a spine then I'm breaking it
Run up on me I'll let it ride, no waving it
Got a beam on this motherfucker, ain't gotta aim the blick
If I let this shit off, his chest caving in
Got the room spinnin, who tha fuck rolled the wood with spliff
Never even been to Portland bitch, but I'm in blazing shit
I don't ask questions, "you trynna fuck ", that's a a statement trick
Pulled my meat out, she drop to her knees like she praising dick
She best swallow every drop, no wasting jizz
Gordon Ramsay in the kitchen no cap I be baking shit
Call my new clip, ling ling, it's an Asian stick
We'll slide in with tank and a navy ship
You would think my boys from LV, how theyll raid you quick
By any means, Malc X we taking risk
Free fam out, he crazy but I'm blaming pigs
I be higher then a hoe on the beat, just saying shit
Ahhhhh shut the fuck up, you got me raging bitch
Not the broom kind, get in the kitch and start making which
I don't like the games you tryna do, hoe is you playing switch
Boutta make my girl cum, I be engaging clit
I should probably pull out I ain't raising kids
I be spitting facts, these other niggas spraying myths
Looks like he tried to short the pack, im weighing brick
We taking shot after shot like we training knicks
Haah haah haah, I need a breathe, let day run this hoe for five or six
Yeaaa that was a nice assist
That Trish shit have you fucked up I need activist
I drunk too much damn lean, now I gotto piss
Bitch start talking out her ass so I smaked the bitch
I ain't gon lie, if I'm will, I'm slapping Chris
Slap the shit will Smith the freshest prince
On me day, that six was lit for sure
If I start tweaking, hop on the beat and spit some more
Now I caught some air, Deuce is back in the mix
They said sick in the head somebody grab the Vicks
I like 710, I'm finna light the rig
I be laid back, in the crocs, still take yo bitch
I need to pass it back to bro, before I lose my shit
'Cause I'm too high, my voice went up a pitch
Yeah, eyy
Only really niggas over here ain't no faking it
My pape run like a 4-flat how I'm chasing it
My money on a diet yea my paper thick
You really ain't getting to it if you ain't taking risk
Dreadheaded stoner nigga on my Jamacian shit
Only dogs in my circle, bitch I'm Mick Vic
I'm finna pass it back had to run this hoe right quick
I wasn't even finna get back on but day kilt the shit
Y'all better stop fucking whores, I know you itch
NPC ass fucking bot, I seen you glitch
I don't pass the blunt, duh I'm facing blizz
You are not him and him is not this
Everybody hate yo ass, yo name must be Chris
But I'm a smooth nigga like Will In the movie Hitch
Yeah
