TrapBoy Freddy - Shirt lyrics

[Intro] Put him on a shirt, da-da-da-da-da-da-da These ni**as retarded, look what they done started, put him on a shirt (Shirt somethin') [Verse 1] White flag, red shirt (Yeah), go get a red hearse Quick to block a pussy, all that arguin' make my head hurt (Uh) Hear them ni**as bumpin' now (What?), we'll catch 'em later (Shh) Potato Head, got turnt to a baked potato Heard he was a stepper, he got stepped on (b*tch) All that motherfu*kin' dissin', now his ass gettin' repped on Way his ass was slippin', would've thought he had a vest on Nike outlet, heard them boys put a check on him Only reason he talkin' 'cause he Walmart, he ain't the target Ain't no more safe shoppin', better watch out where you park it I knew not to play with me (What?), ma used to stay with me (Yeah) Ma ass was fu*kin' Rain, whole time, she wanted three Ma want the bag, you know me, my ass too cheap I ain't never fu*ked ma, she was like a sister to me She told 'em where I parked my van, they poppin' 'fore we parked it, ni**a Shoot from out her car, she said them pussies wasn't no real killers (Pussy) I'ma let you in on a lil' story you don't know Push was on parole so we didn't ride with no poles (Uh-uh) Rest in peace my ni**a Crip, we slidin' for you, woe Rest in peace my ni**a Drizzy, he died 'bout Lil Dro Okay, I'ma pop my sh*t for them, fu*k how a ni**a feel (fu*k 'em) Cutthroat, grimy, you ain't know I used to steal Yeah, lil' buddy rap good, I told his ass to chill (Hold up) What's the point of goin' number one if you can't see it? [Chorus] Put him on a shirt, da-da-da-da-da-da-da Look what you done started, these ni**as retarded, put him on a shirt (Shirt somethin') Put him on a shirt, da-da-da-da-da-da-da Look what you done started, these ni**as retarded, put him on a shirt (Shirt somethin') [Verse 2] Dissin' on Lil Dre, left his lil' b*tch-ass on 35 What he doin' over there? That boy there from the other side (Stupid) Drop another CD, sh*t, he dead, I can't trip about it (fu*k) Right now, don't post, too many likes, you gettin' hit about Oh, he in the ground? Two hundred thou', go and dig him out it That ni**a was trippin', he was slippin' by that black Audi (Stupid) Every time somethin' gangster happened, he wanted to rap about it (Trap) That ni**a ain't poppin' sh*t, he died, left a [?] (Trap) Freddy, he can't rap (Rap), Freddy have straps (Straps) If the rap flop (What?), Freddy in the trap (On God) Taggin' me in posts about a bust like I'm hurt (So?) They don't even know I love that, that's like a shirt (3) Freddy not an amateur (Nah), I knew how to handle it (Come here) It really wasn't his fault, he needed a new manager (Dummy) Hunt him like an animal, he ran out of stamina (Yoom) Blog used my name, tryna make me turn they channel up (Turn up) Rap game fu*ked up, hope they got some hustle (Hustle) Can't sell, whip pure, hope you got some muscle (Muscle) Better have your pistol, we ain't got no time to tussle (Oh, no, no) Hate when ni**as miss, if they hit, they get doubled (Boom) Everybody drop a bag, love me some hot fries (Yeah) You gon' need more than peroxide, tryna [?] All day rappin' 'bout [?] like that ain't my side (Boy) Talkin' 'bout he was outside, boy, your ass was inside [Chorus] Put him on a shirt, da-da-da-da-da-da-da Look what you done started, these ni**as retarded, put him on a shirt (Shirt somethin') Put him on a shirt, da-da-da-da-da-da-da Look what you done started, these ni**as retarded, put him on a shirt (Shirt somethin')