Cameron "Lorde Fredd33" Henderson - SOS lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1: Lorde Fredd33] A long embrace, followed by laughs and a double tap, talk about savagery People ride the fence until the fence fall, pissed off, prolly blaming gravity Please don't be a casualty n***a own up, be a grown up Eye got expertise in the villainy, n***a please Pop's sh**, hit them with the "yikitee" Chillin' in the den with sinners Moving like precious, running chicken dinners Get your sh** fried 'side Mrs. Winners Players sensitive, I'm more like Sensenbrenner and Them shooters got them canons, hope you get the picture Man, you rap pussies better stick to gossiping Couldn't f** with my drive, like Gosling Finessing Uncle Sam out his baddest flock of Crows If the Eagle choose me bro, that's just how it goes Still screamin "fu*k THE GOVERNMENT!" Not wasting another tick or clip on that other sh** 10 toes down, you boys head over f**ing heels n***as don't yield, end up f**ing peeled Hope you got f**ing sk**s Tried to cross-walk, get your fate huffing sealed Yea, it's been f**ing real On ya block, rolling down my bully Everything "chillychilly", you should grab a hoodie [Hook: Lorde Fredd33] f** around and get sent off f** around and get sent off shorty f** around and get sent off Way over there! (x2) [Verse 2: Lorde Fredd33] BARRY, WHITE, WINE SLIP ON ICE, COLD, DOWN HER SPINE EVERYNIGHT! b*tch EYE BEEN A ROUND, HOUSE, KICK A BLIND ni**a EYE, DON'T DISCRIMINATE NO DISCRIMI-FINE TRIPLE 6, SHE GONE 69, TWO THREES EVERYTIME [Hook] [Verse 3: Lorde Fredd33] All Wheel Drive No road, no care He pull gun You scream "no fair!" He still got gun, but you no more here That gun still ain't a murderer A gun, a rock, a rocking chair Grabbed for your pot, your plot was scarce LAN lines, land mines, tan lines, cross it out