Fred The Godson - Draft Day (Freestyle) lyrics

rate me

(Verse)

I make it hot wherever Fred go

And my sons is shootin' god if he bled some

You know I'm Fat Boy Fresh, I'm still around blow

Baggin' that piff on that piff watching my download

Just act like I ain't the bee splitter

Rap like, let's act like you ain't the least bider

I'm packin' the Mac, baggin' the act, you got a police with 'er

But I still follow her, you can keep Twitter

See, yo wife I can shake, and I'm fat, I know you hate 'er

But I too got a wife, I can't take 'er

But I still score in your defense, like the Lakers

We beef, no one can save ya, you nigga betta lay low

My gun be dumby, howeva you wanna play it out

Gat to the count to ten and I'mma spray dim

But you gon' see the devil if I say ten

It's for my niggas doin' dirt and get caught tomorrow

It's for my niggas staying up all night and get caught tomorrow

Freddy God, EBT card, I pull-I benefit

My man beyond clappin', wish to be free

John Jackson, he ran with the meagles and telle' D's

See, mettin' the D suck, cause these emotions is up and down

Like a T sour, I only hit the streets to profit

You a junior like Bumgasy, fuck you niggas who gossip!

Ever been one road with that Marylin Monroe

Marvel and come blow, we just gatherin' some blow

You in the VM, 20-11 fuck

I'm in the soda club, no for that coke, I hit a 7-up

Shit, from here on call me special Fred

I'm in a class by myself like a special Ed

Gone!