Don’t Make Me

[Verse 1: Fred The Godson]
You know the nine'll shake, spines'll break, find ya fate
Carrying on the heat lines, I'm more then a '98
Rappers is senseless, I'll put your brain on your contract
You... think... you could mind ya business
You know what block I'm from, this hell scary
I got the slugs and the shotgun, painting man to Hail Mary
Fred the Godson, unlimited arson
Put the gun to your brother, get in the car son
Plotting on my diamonds, my shooters got heat to spray
I rent out infrareds, I call it the LisaRaye
Get it, lease a ray, diamonds
Whoever on that street don't pay, (??)
College boys holding you up, Heisman
I won't be judged by no one, not even Simon
My gun man, they go by assignment
Personal consignment, whatever, you're dying

[Hook:] (x2)
Don't make me pull out the heater, I might blast
Don't make me pull out the heater, I might blast
Make me pull out the heater, might blast
I might blast

[Verse 2: Chubby Jag]
Got an ego that might kill a nigga ego
Move drugs, nigga think you a Nino
'til I make you freeze up like TiVo
Tryn'a have a big heat like Teebo
You ain't never shot nothing, nigga we know
Homie chill, that ain't even your ceelo
I'll shoot the whole clip home, reload
Everybody know I got a shot like 'Ehlo

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