Fred The Godson - Barbarians lyrics
rate meFt. 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