[Chorus: Fredo Santana]
Smoke about a zip a day boy this shit real
Niggas kill every day boy this shit real
Nines, AKs in my trap boy this shit real
Try to play me you get whacked boy this shit real
This shit real, this shit real
Pouring up a pint of lean boy this shit real
Everything ain’t what it seems but this shit real
This shit real, this shit real

[Verse 1: Fredo Santana]
Pull up on your block boy this shit real
Hop out with them 30s and just letting off shells
Whipping chickens and I whip them bitches as well
I’m a hitter by myself cause niggas a tell (They snitchin')
Niggas goofy as fuck, you can’t confuse me
Do a drill with this nine or with this Uzi
These niggas little niggas I swear they where my shoes
Just ate, still hungry, where the food be?
You say you getting money niggas can’t fool me
Ain’t going in the club unless I get in with my tooly

[Chorus: Fredo Santana]
Smoke about a zip a day boy this shit real
Niggas kill every day boy this shit real
Nines, AKs in my trap boy this shit real
Try to play me you get whacked boy this shit real
This shit real, this shit real
Pouring up a pint of lean boy this shit real
Everything ain’t what it seems but this shit real
This shit real, this shit real
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