Fredo Bang - Bless His Soul lyrics

[Intro] Ain't that DJ Chose over there? Look like DJ Chose Hardbody [Chorus: Fredo Bang] Woadie got a body, he ain't tell nobody He stuck to the code, hope God bless his soul Right hand on the Bible, tell the lie straight to the judge Just 'cause he ain't never fold, hope God bless his soul (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Ain't gotta drop a bag, got ni**as to do that sh*t for free (Grr) Ain't gotta spend a band, got ni**as to do that sh*t for me Got a house up in the 'burb, but mama I'm still in these streets (Ooh-ooh) [Verse 1: Fredo Bang] Know that we be actin' (Playin'), that AC that I'm packin' is compact ('Pact) Ask around my city, I work that ratchet (Yeah) I'm livin' what they rappin', pull it out like Go Go Gadgеt (Boaw) I put my savage on even though hе active (Yeah) Get a bag and not a casket (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I was taught to get it in the old way (Old way) I was slingin' iron up on that tollway (Tollway) I been traumatized, I can't let nobody close, babe Snakes in disguise, told me lies with a bold face [Refrain: Fredo Bang] I salute to the real one time Hoppin' gates, tryna duck one time Kept it real, ain't think of switchin' one time You hit a lick to feed your kids, but that's fine [Chorus: Fredo Bang] Woadie got a body, he ain't tell nobody He stuck to the code, hope God bless his soul Right hand on the Bible, tell the lie straight to the judge Just 'cause he ain't never fold, hope God bless his soul (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Ain't gotta drop a bag, got ni**as to do that sh*t for free (Grr) Ain't gotta spend a band, got ni**as to do that sh*t for me Got a house up in the 'burb, but mama I'm still in these streets (Ooh-ooh) [Verse 2: Polo G] Let off clips when we drill sh*t, clap his dome With some old heads on field trips like chaperones, uh These ni**as vaginal, my ni**as animals From the murder capital where catchin' bodies casual Keep these angels guardin' me, saved us with a harmony My daddy saw the star in me when stars seemed too far to reach I'm perfectin' my artistry, grew up on Tha Carter III Shoot like we play for varsity, these slugs'll hit his artery He can't be with gang, we revoked him of his membership Out here writin' statements like he workin' on his penmanship Hellcat just for racin', fu*k around and bought the dealership Mama look, I made it and I still got all my killers here [Chorus: Fredo Bang] Woadie got a body, he ain't tell nobody He stuck to the code, hope God bless his soul Right hand on the Bible, tell the lie straight to the judge Just 'cause he ain't never fold, hope God bless his soul (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Ain't gotta drop a bag, got ni**as to do that sh*t for free (Grr) Ain't gotta spend a band, got ni**as to do that sh*t for me Got a house up in the 'burb, but mama I'm still in these streets (Ooh-ooh) [Refrain: Fredo Bang] Yeah, I salute to the real one time Hoppin' gates, tryna duck one time Kept it real, ain't think of switchin' one time You hit a lick to feed your kids, but that's fine