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fredo bang - story to tell (remix) lyrics

[intro: fredo bang]
i woke up feelin’ like a f-ckin’ gangster, you heard?
they don’t like that, n-gg-
ooh, that’s a hardbody beat

[verse 1: fredo bang]
woke up, brushed my teeth, and grabbed my strap today
’cause i know these p-ssy n-gg-s, they be after me
i’m a sinner, i ain’t listen to what the pastor say
last n-gg- play with tbg, he p-ssed away
street n-gg-, can’t be set up by no dog hoes
wait, wait ’til you pull up and let the thing go
catch another body, yeah i’m fin’ to
i’ma put you in the dirt if we got issues
he talking reck’, he wanna dance, then we can tango
that b-tch you’re f-ckin’, get you set up by that same ho
real gangster, i be thuggin’ where they can’t go
i make you bleed, keep my name up out your convo

[chorus: fredo bang]
who that is, say they want some smoke?
if you want it, n-gg-, let me know
who that is, say they want some smoke?
if you want it, n-gg-, let me know
yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 2: moneybagg yo]
you wanna see me, n-gg-, book a show (pay that lil’ fee)
i’ll pull up in your city in a ghost (ayy, yeah, that’s me)
ain’t worried ’bout static, that’s what these guns for (we up, go check the score)
can’t beat a murder, that’s what these funds for (this cash ain’t just for show)
this glock hot like louisiana (salsa)
millionaire with some hood manners (bad)
on sight, that mean when we see him (what?)
zero tolerance on camera (go)
b-tch i’m flier, no promoter
i’m ferarri, you toyota
i mix prometh’ with my soda
he a peon, knock him over
i be ridin’ with that cutter like a ginsu
you still alive ’cause i got better sh-t to tend to
tried to pay for my location but i been moved (yeah)
you can’t name a hood or city i ain’t been to (big bagg)

[chorus: fredo bang]
who that is, say they want some smoke?
if you want it, n-gg-, let me know
who that is, say they want some smoke?
if you want it, n-gg-, let me know

[verse 3: fredo bang]
bullet after bullet, make you cop out
we gon’ lay up in your bushes, b-tch, we stalked out
i’m walkin’ down when they pull up, i’m in a black hoodie
every diss you n-gg-s send, i send another bullet
my shooter beggin’ for a body, he like, “give me the word”
you know the streets real crooked, so they come with some curves
laugh now, cry later, p-ssy b-tch, it’s my turn
pull up on the sidewalk and leave his sh-t on the curb
take a hundred out the bank and then i opp shop, ayy
chopper fold a n-gg- like a laptop
put them hollows in your skin if you opt out
the other n-gg-, he got lucky, he had hopped out
i got blood all in my eyes, i’m a demon in disguise
i got n-gg-s bangin’ fives, blat, blat, homicide
i make you stand on what you speak, b-tch, i’m a gangster, i’m a g
i put your face up on a tee, and it was in the name of gee

[chorus: fredo bang]
who that is, say they want some smoke?
if you want it, n-gg-, let me know
who that is, say they want some smoke?
if you want it, n-gg-, let me know

[outro]
ooh, that’s a hardbody beat

- fredo bang lyrics

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