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trapboy freddy – shirt lyrics

[intro]
put him on a shirt, da+da+da+da+da+da+da
these n+ggas r+t+rded, look what they done started, put him on a shirt (shirt somethin’)

[verse 1]
white flag, red shirt (yeah), go get a red he+rs+
quick to block a p+ssy, all that arguin’ make my head hurt (uh)
hear them n+ggas bumpin’ now (what?), we’ll catch ’em later (shh)
potato head, got turnt to a baked potato
heard he was a stepper, he got stepped on (b+tch)
all that motherf+ckin’ dissin’, now his ass gettin’ repped on
way his ass was slippin’, would’ve thought he had a vest on
nike outlet, heard them boys put a check on him
only reason he talkin’ ’cause he walmart, he ain’t the target
ain’t no more safe shoppin’, better watch out where you park it
mya knew not to play with me (what?), mya used to stay with me (yeah)
mya ass was f+ckin’ rain, whole time, she wanted three
mya want the bag, you know me, my ass too cheap
i ain’t never f+cked mya, she was like a sister to me
she told ’em where i parked my van, they poppin’ ‘fore we parked it, n+gga
shoot from all across the street, them p+ssies wasn’t no real k!llers (p+ssy)
i’ma let you in on a lil’ story you don’t know
push was on parole so we didn’t ride with no poles (uh+uh)
rest in peace my n+gga crip, we slidin’ for you, woe
rest in peace my n+gga drizzy, he died ’bout lil dro
okay, i’ma pop my sh+t for them, f+ck how a n+gga feel (f+ck ’em)
cutthroat, grimy, you ain’t know i used to steal
yeah, lil’ buddy rap good, i told his ass to chill (hold up)
what’s the point of goin’ number one if you can’t see it?
[chorus]
put him on a shirt, da+da+da+da+da+da+da
look what you done started, these n+ggas r+t+rded, put him on a shirt (shirt somethin’)
put him on a shirt, da+da+da+da+da+da+da
look what you done started, these n+ggas r+t+rded, put him on a shirt (shirt somethin’)

[verse 2]
dissin’ on lil dre, left his lil’ b+tch+ass on 35
what he doin’ over there? that boy there from the other side (stupid)
drop another cd, sh+t, he dead, i can’t trip about it (f+ck)
writing all them posts, too many likes, you gettin’ hit about it
oh, he in the ground? two hundred thou’, go and dig him out it
that n+gga was trippin’, he was slippin’ by that black audi (stupid)
every time somethin’ gangster happened, he wanted to rap about it (trap)
that n+gga ain’t poppin’ sh+t, he died just for rappin’ ’bout it (trap)
freddy, he can’t rap (rap), freddy ass strapped (strapped)
if the rap flop (what?), freddy in the trap (on god)
taggin’ me in posts about a bust like i’m hurt (so?)
they don’t even know i love that, that’s like a shirt (3)
freddy not an amateur (nah), i knew how to handle it (come here)
it really wasn’t his fault, he needed a new manager (dummy)
hunt him like an animal, he ran out of stamina (yoom)
blog used my name, tryna make me turn they channel up (turn up)
rap game f+cked up, hope they got some hustle (hustle)
can’t sell, whip, here, hope you got some muscle (muscle)
better have your pistol, we ain’t got no time to tussle (oh, no, no)
hate when n+ggas miss, if they hit, they get doubled (boom)
everybody drop a bag, love me some hot fries (yeah)
you gon’ need more than peroxide, tryna hiside
all that rappin’ ’bout saner like that ain’t my side (boy)
talkin’ ’bout he was outside, boy, your ass was inside
[chorus]
put him on a shirt, da+da+da+da+da+da+da
look what you done started, these n+ggas r+t+rded, put him on a shirt (shirt somethin’)
put him on a shirt, da+da+da+da+da+da+da
look what you done started, these n+ggas r+t+rded, put him on a shirt (shirt somethin’)

- trapboy freddy lyrics

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