Freck Billionaire - 39-1 lyrics

[Verse: Freck Billionaire] Yo, West Philly Freck I do it for my name see Wanna take shots b**h get your aim straight Am I the best bar for bar? n***a yes yes, I represent CBL and the SF n***as rapping like Freck, I say no way Like Oklahoma y'all just OK (Haha) Cold b**h made n***a taking shots right? For attention? Well b**h here's the spot light 100 million? (What?), Bank account imaginal Summer's Eve Floyd n***a's straight vaginal (p**y!) I'm from Philly where the gram's cheap And this sh** ain't beef, this is lambs' meat (you soft n***a) This ain't nothing but a lil'drama You dying for attention? Here you go lil'mama (Here you go n***a) Like GPS, Philly Freck I know the streets No surrender on this b**h, n***a no retreat This n***a f*ggot a** Floyd shoulda watch his lips And tell your man to stop calling, I ain't squashing sh** (It's on n***a) In fact, I'mma call all the goons DOA, and I don't mean Autotune (what you talking bout Freck?) I'm talking d**h on arrival Zero chance for survival I ain't no boxer Floyd but if we match I bet you and Gatti have a rematch (RIP n***a) You see I'm never on a loosing end (Never) You might lose a can f** around and lose a friend Green light on your head that's a go for us This town ain't big enough for the both of us I keep having crazy thoughts need a therapist And why the f** live we all with a terrorist (Stupid n***a) Try to get his watch back, I pay 10 stacks You throw one shot at me, I'm throwing 10 back And this one's for you since you love raps I'm dropping bombs on this b**h, he throwing love taps Call yourself Money Mayweather and ain't cute Unis** n***a wearing Louis Rain boots (f*ggot a** n***a) You shoulda stuck with your old name (Pretty Boy) Don't make you turn your whole brain into whole grain Coward a** n***a, never been a people's court Type a n***a start snitching get his peoples caught Ask your entourage they'll tell you Freck's the best b**hes better think twice like a second guess Trust me, you don't want the violence I will send them n***as to start annihilance (oh yeah) You forgot? I know where you stay (n***a) Until the paramedics come, that's just where you stay You say you got a 100 mill, this n***a wild game I see them ball 50 racks from (?) 50 cent I put this on my 2 daughters In January, this b**h ain't had 2 quarters Annihilation time, yes I will bury him Outta range, he's hard as a librarian (p**y) Type to get his bodyguards to start jumping folks I get this b**h tied up like with his jumping rope (real tught) West Philly Freck I'm riding till the wheels break This n***a Floyd is 3 dollar bill fake (fake a** n***a) You dont't be around Bloods, you don't be around Crips This n***a he go both ways like round trips I have my boys snatch you out of that coupe Then you gotta eat your words like alphabet soup (get the f** out n***a) I bet you can't match the Calico round for round Floyd Mayweather, AKA pound for clown All you f**ing do is lie about your income You wanna box? I will put you in one (get it?) This f*ggot a** n***a ain't seeing me (no) I heard you with commercial AT&T (hello?) Yeah, you must love the fame See, Favre came back cause he loved the game But you? You had to do it for your pay day I will have Money May screaming May Day (it's over n***a) I swear this ain't my hard sh** (just playing) I'm just using you to spar with (hahaha) [Freck Billionaire speaking, with interludes from Floyd Mayweather] What's up champ? I mean chump You had to say my name, right n***a? I was on the East Coast just blowing my kush Rocking my Gucci sh**, minding my f**ing beeswax I hear this ho a** n***a talking bout, I took a watch for him Ducking and dodging him, Ducking and dodging him? You forgot I was with you for about 8, 9 months n***a And I know you's a cold ho, ain't nobody riding with you Except for that payed security motherf**er West Philly n***a, you know what it is n***a Don't be quiet now let me hear you say somehing n***a [Floyd Mayweather]: Ayo shout out to West Philly, the whole Philadelphia Uh-oh there you go there you go, yeah Be on the look out for that Slumdog Billionaire, ya know what I mean We got alot of crazy features on that thing Matter of fact, Money Mayweather tell'em who I got on that street album coming out [Floyd Mayweather]: Probably gonna have 50 on there, Beyonce, Hov, T-Pain, Akon Cause it's Floyd Money Mayweather, I got enough money to get anybody I wanna go get I may get Barack talking some stuff, I may get McCain on there talking some stuff Buy some Freck Billioainre music, he's the future of rap Yeah Yeah Yeah that's enough motherf**er Next time your f*ggot a** get outta line I'mma really pull your motherf**ing skirt up For now on you can't even say my name Matter of fact, you can't even say nothing that rhyme with my name n***a You can't say Shrek, you can't say tag, you can't say hat, you can't say neck n***a If I hear you say anything like that, n***a I'mma bomb your village n***a You 5''4 a** n***a, my b**h taller that you Pick somebody on your own size motherf**er, West Philly n***a [Floyd Mayweather]: There's some millions fans out right now, thats looking at this Go buy his music, he's worth it, he's worth it every cent you know We spend big money to get him Am I happy? Absolutely