They Ain’t 100 Fredo

[Intro]
T-T-T-The super producers

[Chorus]
Fuck them, I don't know them, they ain't one hunna
In my German car, drop a big pack on my young gunner
In the trap, I make mad stacks off one number
When you're at the pot, you can lose it all off one fuck up

[Verse 1]
On the High Road and I'm drivin' slow with one ucker
When I tell her, "Suck," she don't say much, not one stutter
My nigga Sav poked a lot of yutes with one cutter
Feds kicked it in, got my niggas yard on the front cover
Free 'em, man's really out 'ere in the deep end
My Louboutin shoes are in season
Used to trap all night, it was freezin'
This Samsung keeps on beating
The Shard is where I'm sleepin'
Some steak is what I'm eatin'
I'm in Gaucho's with the Gs dem
I put six bags on my left wrist
Put my brother Dotz on my necklace
Got my brothers locked for some next shit
Got a raw box then I press it
They talk it, I live it, gotta call for a four in the midget
So I flew round to the kitchen
I got a few ounce by the biscuits