Freddie HotSpot

Ah!

The Butcher comin', ****

They play sports, I race the Porsche

Through the streets with choppers

You know us, we like the Bucks

On the Eastern Conference

I'm plugged on both coasts

From Long Beach to Yonkers

So I'm somewhere in Brooklyn

Smokin' weed from Compton

Tell me it's lit

Just pull up and sell me this shit

I bag a half in three-point-fives

With no scale in this bitch

You know how I play it

I press a button, your helmet get hit

Ridin' through, magazine tall as a elf in the blick

Beef in the air, I smell fear

I can tell you was tense

Had the drop, but let you slide

'Cause I could tell you was bitch!

I stayed in the suite for so long

I got mail at the Ritz

We bettin' on dice, like

The NFL on the strip

I run in the club, bump into plugs

I fell on a brick

Only Tom Brady get more rings

Than my telephone get

This for the Ps and my co-D's

I'm on federal with

My lawyer told me to breathe

Them charges never gon' stick, let's go

Ayo, we was baggin'

Some big **** came through clappin'

I ducked behind French

Got the MAC and started (Brrrrrrrr!)

He just got home from doin' a stretch

Nobody put him on

All he heard was West got bricks

You gotta sneak up on him

Went and got the blow from Pete

You know, Pete from Utica

Did a stretch and came home

And started shootin' up

But anyway, they did five together up in Attica

How I'm gettin' rich and they broke?

It ain't addin' up

**** started plottin' on me

They followed me from Jummah

I peeped the Nautica van

And yo, I gotta lose 'em

Floatin' down Filmore

Slid up in CP

One of us gotta go

It ain't gon' be me!

Still got the ace still, hopped out

Shot Pete on June

His brains landed on Wakefield

Two weeks later, we was baggin'

The big **** showed up

I hid behind the fridge and started clappin' (Brrrrrrrr!)

Hit the **** twice in his shoulder

He bust back, but missin'

Then I got good shots

Seven bullets in the same shot (Brrrrrrrr!)

Now his dust missin'

Get the mop, get the bleach

Came a long way from 'caine, we was dealin'

Got my name out the kitchen, yeah

Came a long way from 'caine, we was dealin'

Got our name out the kitchen, look

Few thousand for the god crystals

I can make a call

And get the raw shipment

One shot, one kill

When my dog clipped 'em

Scored on them **** with one bullet

That's Rod Strickland

Four-fifth'd 'em

Left him in the front seat of his car twitchin'

I don't know what kind of raw you been sniffin'!

Think you fuckin' with me?

My bars different

Rock the Dior with the KAWS stitchin'

Boy, listen!

You see a spaceship

When my garage doors lifted

My broad a vixen

Smokin' Billy's, cigar twistin'

I got my shooter with me

And my dog itchin'

He wanna empty out a clip

At where your mom's livin'

****, you ain't gettin' shot in your legs

It's a wig shot

Double back, shot him again

All my lil' shooters keep a thirty popper on them

And nine times out of ten

It's a body on them

I know it's some fuck **** that I probably offend

But try to ride on me

Your chances is probably thin

Bro, I gotta go in

One of my **** got indicted

And the fiend overdosed

They put the body on him, yeah

Came a long way from 'caine, we was dealin'

Got our name out the kitchen, yeah

Uh, came a long way from 'caine, we was dealin'

Got our name out the kitchen, yeah

A long way from 'caine, we was dealin'

Got our name out the, uh!