Third Floor Fredo Santana (Ft. Peewee Longway)

[Chorus: Fredo Santana]
I used to sell dimes on the third floor
Now I got bricks by the boat load
I used to sell work by the corner store
Now I can buy that damn corner store
Niggas used to front me fucking packs of shit
Now I got crack like it's '86
And I ain't just jumped off the fucking porch
If you want war, we can go to war

[Verse 1: Fredo Santana]
Thirty shots or better in my handgun
Nigga, we play for keeps, we don't shoot for fun
Them bullets hot like the sun, you better run
Hit you with this forty and shoot you with this Tommy gun
The world is mine, I'm looking like Tony, son
Fuck a bad bitch, I need a couple of 'em
El Chapo with the work, I'm mister double up
Vatos hit me up, he need a hundred of 'em
You know me shit, I tried to fucking smuggle 'em
I got couple guns with a hundred drums
So when a nigga ain't dumb, this ain't one of 'em
A couple thou' sitting in my shoe box
And I'm so thug life, call me 2Pac
A nigga robbed you and you ain't do nothing