Freddie Dredd & OG Ron C & The ChopStars
Freddie Dredd & OG Ron C & The ChopStars
Freddie Dredd & OG Ron C & The ChopStars
Freddie Dredd & OG Ron C & The ChopStars
Freddie Dredd & Lil Darkie & OG Ron C & The ChopStars
Freddie Dredd & OG Ron C & The ChopStars
Freddie Dredd & OG Ron C & The ChopStars
Freddie Dredd & OG Ron C & The ChopStars
[Chorus: Freddie Dredd]
With my—with my Glock, I cock it back and let it bang
Freddie—the Freddie Dredd got perfect aim, inside your brain
The chorus—the chorus said it, I just want your DNA
Killing—killing bitches is so fun, it ain't for fame (Ain't for—)
With my—with my Glock, I cock it back and let it bang
Freddie—the Freddie Dredd got perfect aim, inside your brain
The chorus—the chorus said it, I just want your DNA
Killing—killing bitches is so fun, it ain't for fame
[Verse 1: Freddie Dredd]
Kicking in your skull, it kinda hurt like Lego blocks
The image mind-my mind is your neck in-knot-in-knot
All these-All these groupie bitches, tell them go and k-rocks-rocks
The Frеddie is exclusive to my bitch, and you arе not
Plenty—plenty other people wanna be- And you are not
Plenty—plenty other people wanna be- And you are not
Plenty—plenty other people wanna be like me
But they don't got the guts, or the gall, or the nuts
Bitches-Bitches call me daddy, but I'm gonna k-eir daddy-daddy
Smoke a fatty, I have had it, where's my gun-is-where is Bradley?
[Chorus: Freddie Dredd]
With my—with my—with my Glock, I cock it back and let it bang
Freddie—the Freddie Dredd got perfect aim, ins-brain-brain
The chorus—the chorus said it, I just want your-NA-NA-DN
Killing—killing bitches is so fun, it ain't for fame
[Bridge: Lil Darkie]
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh-uh, uh
Uh-Uh, uh, uh-uh
[Verse 2: Lil Darkie]
M-M-Money fallin' out my pockets while I run from the police
I-I don't give a fuck, I cock it back, he done, there ain't no peace
Money fallin' out my pockets while I run from the police
I-I don't give a fuck, I cock it back, he done, there ain't-
M-Money fallin' out my pockets while I run from the police
I-I don't give a fuck, I cock it back, he done, there ain't no peace
-rus-The chorus—the chorus hits like it's the hammer on the (piece-)piece
M-motherfucker, what you talkin' 'bout? I'm slicker than some (grease-)grease
Slide it—slide it on 'em with the choppa
Sli-Sli-Sli-Slide it on 'em like a slip n' slide
Wa-wa-water-wa-wa-wa-water on my neck, my Spanish ho say that shit agua
C-C-Cocaína, that shit went through Nicaragua
And-and yeah, I keep that pistol on me, that's my nigga stopper
And-and fuck the way you think, I should be talking p-p-proper
Put the AK-47, talkin' back like you his papa, uh
P-P-Pop in at the opposition, with lead and copper, uh
C-C-C-cock it back and let it bang
What—what you hear in the music, hyper-violence in the pain
The chorus—the chorus, don't tell you what you get- the fame-the fame
More bitches for the killin' nigga—
With my—with my—with my—with my
[Chorus: Freddie Dredd & Lil Darkie]
With my—with my Glock, I cock it back and let it bang (Haha)
Freddie—the Freddie Dredd got perfect aim, ins-brain-brain
The chorus—the chorus said it, I just want your DNA
Killing—killing bitches is so fun, it ain't for fame (Ain't for—)
With my—with my Glock, I cock it back and let it bang
Freddie—the Freddie Dredd got perfect aim, inside your brain
The chorus—the chorus said it, I just want your DNA
Killing—killing bitches is so fun, it ain't for fame
Kick Rocks (ChopNotSlop Remix) was written by Freddie Dredd & Lil Darkie.
Kick Rocks (ChopNotSlop Remix) was produced by OG Ron C & Ryan C..
Freddie Dredd released Kick Rocks (ChopNotSlop Remix) on Fri Dec 09 2022.