[Freestyle: Fredo Santana]
Beefing with me, sh**, you better beef with other n***as
I got shooters that got shooters and they be shooting n***as
I can look at your swag and see that you losing n***a
I can front your work, depend on what you moving n***a
And baby, it ain't just me, I got a group of n***as
You can get the f** out, if you ain't trying do my n***as
Oh, 30 popper turning real n***as, hallelujah, n***a
Got my gun, try to rob me, I love shooting n***as
Grab the popcorn ‘cause it can be a movie n***a
Don't make me pull up, hop out with that Uzi n***a
Real gangsta rapper, I'm not like these fool n***as
Voices in my head like, "Fredo, you the truth n***a!"
Up in my own lane, don't compare me to fool n***as
Loyalty over everything, trying to get my crew with ya
Doing hits, by myself, no telling, who snitching
Rap don't work then someone's j**els missing
That don't work then, back to the kitchen
Got a thousand hoes but I'm trying to get more b**hes
Got a lot of money but I'm trying to get more richer
Paperboy with me and we trying to catch you slipping
n***as say they with it but they is not with it
n***as say they winning but they is not winning
These n***as see-through just like new linen
These n***as haters, pockets full of big Benjies
See these n***as faces when I pull up with new Benzes
Can't wait to see these n***as faces when I pull up in new Benzes
Street n***a, I am not a rapper
Cooling in the trap workout the wrapper
Sneak dissing I'ma have to clap it
b**h s** me without me asking
Pimp strong, L-O-L but I ain't laughing (Hahaha)
45 on me, nah, I ain't lacking
See me in the streets it can get tragic
Young trap king, five bricks in the mattress
Young Hefner, five b**hes in the mansion
Might f** ‘em, s** ‘em up ‘cause a n***a nasty