| Who is Freddie with no gun? |
| I ain’t playin', havin' fun |
| I just wanna live my best life |
| I will kill you and your ex wife |
| I’m living large but it ain’t just pickin' up |
| I need these bodies dead, all stacked up |
| Keepin' all my shit, I keep a Glock up on my hip |
| You bitches wanna test my clip, I keep it loaded, never miss |
| I don’t give two fuckin' shits you little rascal, let you run |
| Can’t escape from Freddie’s gun, snucked the .40s, which one? |
| Got my Glock, got my shawty, aimin' at the fuckin' party |
| Oh what’s up, it’s yo birthday, Freddie’s got a little gift |
| Got some bullets flying through ya, shut the fuck up stupid bitch |
| I’m not lyin', why you cryin', asking why you fuck with this |
| Cocked it back and now I’m aimin' at yo' head |
| Cocked it back and now yo' bitches friends is dead |
| Pull the trigger now yo' body filled with lead |
| Pull the trigger and I do not want no cred |
| Cocked it back and now I’m aimin' at yo' head |
| Cocked it back and now yo' bitches friends is dead |
| Pull the trigger now yo' body filled with lead |
| Pull the trigger and I do not want no cred |
| Cocked it back and now I’m aimin' at yo' head |
| Cocked it back and now yo' bitches friends is dead |
| Pull the trigger now yo' body filled with lead |
| Pull the trigger and I do not want no cred |
| Cocked it back and now I’m aimin' at yo' head |