Block

[Intro]
Let 'em

[Verse 1: Freddie Dredd]
Peek it, peek it, peek it of this mothafuckin' mud
I keep it real, when I kill
Come up here and make a deal
With the defo next level
And these bitches heavy metal
That's what I like, supertight
I plane to fuck a whore tonight
Bitches in the row you been go, never hit my phone
Come, ho', hit my blow, get some sto', make these bitches grown
And you know I got that toolie on me
Freddie called her up when you were phony
You ain't foolin nobody with that dollar sign upon you
I'ma bust yo' ass so fucking fast, you cannot tell what welcome next
I'ma tell her what is good, when she creep up in my hood
Smokin' weed, smokin' thang
Sold that bitch I make that bank
Kill a real bitch, you know I don't give a shit
Freddie runnin' through the gut, bout to fuck you up a lot

[Verse 2: Zye]
Tommy Gun make 'em run, take a hit from the blunt
Grab the blade and cut 'em up
Dump the body in the trunk
Wow, shawty wanna fuck, ay?
Bitch, she like my gun play?
Bong cuts in the ashtray
Wake up do this everyday
Pull up and beat the case
Run up and take the lase
Lights out and burn the place
Hunnid on — [Let 'em]
Temperature drop, when I'm creepin' in the cut
The team strapped up like the motherfucking S.W.A.T
I ain't touch your bitch, cause she a fucking thot
Pull up to the stop, let the top drop