Shake-N-Bake Fredo Bang (Ft. BIG30)
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[Intro: Fredo Bang]
(Roll the dice, Richie)
(KJ, let the beat knock)
First we get the drop then we light his block up
Hit 'em in his shit, clear the scene before the cops come
Mm-hmm, mm-mm
[Verse 1: Fredo Bang]
I put thirty in my Glock and put a hunnid in my Draco
My youngin' caught on one, I flew him out and told him lay low
To get a nigga gone, I press a button like a remote
I give a nigga stitches, he a bitch I call him Lilo
I don't fuck with rappers, most of these bitch ass niggas too fake (Too fake)
Trappin', jackin', rappin', most of my niggas get it a few ways (A few ways)
Clapping 'bout that action, ain't no tellin' what I'm gon' shoot today
My house be full of fuckin' killеrs, I ain't got no room to hate
Word around town, he talkin' down and want the еnemy (Yeah, yeah)
I gotta smash but I ain't beggin', ain't got the energy (Yeah, yeah)
He smoked your dawg, I wrote a check, we friends with benefits (Yeah, yeah)
Got a big bag, now she gon' sign off, up her chimney (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Chorus: Fredo Bang]
Yeah, one kill, two kills, I cannot feel (Murders)
Three kills (Brr), four kills (Brr), I'm off the pain pills (Off them pills)
Five kills, six kills, I'm outside of your crib (Brr, brr)
Seven, eight, the feds on us, gotta shake and bake
(Roll the dice, Richie)
(KJ, let the beat knock)
First we get the drop then we light his block up
Hit 'em in his shit, clear the scene before the cops come
Mm-hmm, mm-mm
[Verse 1: Fredo Bang]
I put thirty in my Glock and put a hunnid in my Draco
My youngin' caught on one, I flew him out and told him lay low
To get a nigga gone, I press a button like a remote
I give a nigga stitches, he a bitch I call him Lilo
I don't fuck with rappers, most of these bitch ass niggas too fake (Too fake)
Trappin', jackin', rappin', most of my niggas get it a few ways (A few ways)
Clapping 'bout that action, ain't no tellin' what I'm gon' shoot today
My house be full of fuckin' killеrs, I ain't got no room to hate
Word around town, he talkin' down and want the еnemy (Yeah, yeah)
I gotta smash but I ain't beggin', ain't got the energy (Yeah, yeah)
He smoked your dawg, I wrote a check, we friends with benefits (Yeah, yeah)
Got a big bag, now she gon' sign off, up her chimney (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Chorus: Fredo Bang]
Yeah, one kill, two kills, I cannot feel (Murders)
Three kills (Brr), four kills (Brr), I'm off the pain pills (Off them pills)
Five kills, six kills, I'm outside of your crib (Brr, brr)
Seven, eight, the feds on us, gotta shake and bake
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