Low Ridin Fredo Bang (Ft. Lit Yoshi)

[Intro: Lit Yoshi]
RIP Ivy Smith
You gone but never forgotten
I'ma hold it down
Put this shit on my back
Ya heard me

[Chorus: Lit Yoshi]
Low ridin' on a hunt with a big pocket rocket
We ain't with none of that talkin' we go in your pockets
We ain't with none of that boxin' I'm bustin' your noggin
RIP to Ivy Smith was never forgotten

[Verse 1: Lit Yoshi]
I do my own fuckin' hit just for sure your loss
Yeah, I had to pay the cost just to be a big boss
Head yungin records yeah you know I'm with that sport
Disrespect my brother bang I'm knockin' ya off
Pullin' up hoppin' out we choppin' 'em down
When we hopped out he got down he knownin' what that's bout
I'm the reason that he made that paranoid song
I know whats going through his mind that youngin' back home
Holdin' it down for that top you know he ain't wrong
Disrespect that fuckin' top you know that you gone
Gorrillas beaten on they chest tryna beat down your dome
It's like 2 something in the morning he ain't make it home
I'm out late ain't tryna play I'm getting in your face
Pull up on side em doin' a 100 we ain't tryna race
Stop this bitch right on side em and let this bitch spray
Then hit the split ya bitch we had to get away
He say he hit back what he hit the fuckin' interstate
Yeah, I pull off comfortable and smooth know how to get away
Smile on my face 'cause we made that pussy nigga lay
Go home go to sleep then we think about that fuckin' K