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trapboy freddy - goin straight in lyrics

[intro]
memphis track boy, let’s go

[verse 1]
tell me you came with a pot (pot)
he talkin’ ’bout he want some drop (get in there)
sorry lil baby, you popped (you popped)
you got to get what i got (skrrt)
mixin’ the drank with the kushy (haha)
your favorite rapper, he a p-ssy (hah)
i ain’t no k!ller, don’t push me (don’t push me)
but i will come hide in your bushes
trappin’ and rappin’ there
sell me some work and go rap about it (rap about it)
i had no time for the cap and gown (nah)
i was somewhere tryna wrap a pound
i heard these lame n-ggas be trappin’ now (what?)
somebody tell me what is that about?
on the computer just talkin’ reckless
wait ’til my lil n-ggas finally catch him
huh, i want his head, f-ck his necklace
these n-ggas sweet, i’m diabetic
i’m ’bout my beef, f-ck a veggie
i’m in the game like i’m reffin’
i’m just a weed-selling freshman
i’m ’bout my green, ’bout my lettuce
wrap it up right like a present
blow ninety-three, no unleaded
i know this might sound a lil petty
but i’ll still sell you some reggie
put that sh-t on freddy n-gga, nah foreal

[interlude]
zay n-ggas be bullsh-ttin’ n-gga
n-ggas really be talkin’ that sh-t n-gga
you know what i’m sayin’
i’ma leave a stain on your brain, crack cocaine man
you know what i mean, like, hahaha
nah look, i’m just a lil dope boy, you know
i-i make music for the trappers, you know what i’m sayin’
shout out to the rappers but i don’t really like rappers
you know, they be in they feelings but
ayy free finesse 2 times by the way on this ho man
free that boy, man watch out watch out

[verse 2]
i’m ridin’ the clutch the car (skrrt)
lil draw and then duck in that other car
f&n right her up on the seat
hundred grams stuffed in up in my briefs
paid in full, b-tch this that blow money
this that pull up and go score somethin’
i know you remember that stove jumpin’
pull up and cop you a bow from me (hah)
i’m who they hatin’ on
i got the work, i’m who they waitin’ on
these n-ggas, they cake gone
i ran it up, now all they face long
linked up with my step daddy (hey)
got me a pack, b-tch i went straight in (straight in)
you know i’m the truth n-gga
just like ej at the way inn, hah
give me a pack and i sell it, most of these n-ggas just jealous
just put a dub in a necklace, if it fall off i’ma sell it
i can drop it or i can stretch it, really your preference
syrup in my beverage, plugged in with the mexicans
beat the pack out like domestic
playin’ with the bands like molestors
a hundred bands stashed in the dresser
twenty-five hundred for some pair of shoes
you not the boss, you the helper
knock that boy off, i can’t help him
these n-ggas salting like pepper
send this b-tch -ss to the devil
meek told you n-ggas it’s levels

[outro]
man i got a n-gga rockin’
i told in this b-tch straight drop
crack cocaine (no way, impossible)
i mean n-ggas gotta be high, you know what i’m sayin’
you hear that sh-t n-gga, you high
n-gga this dope fiend music, n-gga
ayy man
lil chains don’t matter, you know what i’m sayin’
ayy man, freddy say he havin’ man, what’s poppin’ n-gga

- trapboy freddy lyrics

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