Fred The Godson

Fred The Godson - Barbarians lyrics

rate me

Ft. Joell Ortiz

(Intro)

Get ready! Look, here they come!

Take some pictures

I think I've better get a light check

But more may come

(Verse: Joell Ortiz)

Frederico and Ortiz, it's hard, bruh

I'm Streissand with the right hand

Ya hear that, Barbara?

I dream ciphers with Biggie, I'm talkin' to Doc

So if you livin' what we spittin', it's a walk in the park

Y'all fuck up around, see, we the done gones

Dominique and Michael, they jumped from my lines

Four men call Peterson, I'll beat yo son like Peter, son

A gyro-beef, Peter Self 1000 for sound wag, gave up Peterson(?!)

So this how we talk, so even if you're co-followin', you need luck

See, expectations is higher than normal

No hesitation, I'm sire, in case they didn't inform ya

This bitch told me to dumb it down

And now I'm flowin' stupid, who the dummy now?

These niggas' flow in debt

See, they can take a pick with a napalm bomb, it wouldn't pose a threat

Gwop meet me up now, Glock meaner than hell

Callin' Knock Zeemer with a gun, the big faces we clear

Seen the shooters, we don't care, drilla and manilla

Yo four men? I'll lead 'em niggas there

(Verse 2: The Godson)

They call me Godzilla

I'm two .40 auties pointed at 40-40s

Hard liquor, a bar killa

Y'all worried bout A and Rs, my AR's realer

This shit brawlin', hydraulic, make yo car lift up

I'm from the back locks, I watched niggas put black top for the black tops

And their sacks near Blacktop

Y'all niggas don't be gettin' cash, stop!

Y'all chasin' shawty booty while I call 'er duty

Black Ops! Y'all see my name is epic

Probly yo favorite record

You top 10, well, I'm not fair!

Don't make the effort, get what you say, rejected

Y'all lookin' like plates I'm gettin' it

And y'all messin' with the elite, like I erased the message

Bunch of Batman shirts, yeah, I'll paint yo chest in

One shot, watch money drop like the great depression

My team play with weapons, no 1 8 7

Just five .9s with a great douse

I call that an 8-11

Anythin' verse me is so not a great suggestion

Y’all know you’d fucked up right? I'm like cant confession

Fuck a top 40, I got this new Glock .40 on me

Cuz my pockets got beat up, I got a knot on me

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