No Trace Freddie Dredd

[Intro]
Talkin’ out ya- talkin’ out ya-
Talkin’ out ya- talkin’ out ya-

[Chorus]
Rock off my Glock, feel the barrel on ya head
Now you thinkin’ to yourself, that I never should’ve said
“Freddie please I wanna leave, I just wanna go back home”
“I be crying on the floor, Freddie please no more”

[Verse]
Talk- talkin’ out ya ass, I’m talking all about my gun
And you know I cannot lie to you, I think you better run
Freddie pop up in your place, and whip the smile off your face
‘Bout to leave without a trace, and a grin I can’t erase
Thought never bought, gotta get my guala
You ain’t my father, ain't no dougie, now just give me money
You fucking with me bitch, [?] I'm so shifty
I'm freaky, you reeky, cannot come here, now meet me
Bossed up, cock up fuck i cock it loaded to me
Far from home, I want to roam, 'till I hit them doonies
I've got my strap I've got my 8mm talking you know im shooting
The Freddie [?]

[Chorus]
Rock off my Glock, feel the barrel on ya head
Now you thinkin' to yourself, that I never should've said
"Freddie please I wanna leave, I just wanna go back home"
"I be crying on the floor, Freddie please no more"