Shoot Fredo Bang

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[Intro]
This that shit that got the block scared
This the reason why your pops dead
I might pull up in a drop-head
Spin on him, tomato paste, I paint his shirt red

[Verse 1]
Uh, yeah, bitch, I'm a dawg, call me Blues Clues
Put it to his head, call it BlueTooth
He say that he a killer, nigga, me too
Fuck homicide, we don't leave clues
I might go and put a fifty on a bitch nigga
I'm on the phone with Boulevard, free a real nigga
Bought a Glock fresh out the store, it hold a lucky seven
I got niggas crashin' out to kill you, 9/11

[Pre-Chorus]
What you gon' do when karma come around?
Some niggas tuck they tail and go to copping out
What you gon' do when karma come around?
Some niggas tuck they tail and go to copping out

[Chorus]
I'ma shoot
I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot
(What you gon' do? Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'ma shoot
I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot
I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot

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