Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Wanna take my shine, bitch
You could try
Run up on me, think you slick wit' it
You gon' die
Brand new whip, ain't take no pic wit' it
Till them **** thought I really wasn't sick wit' it
I made 'em cry
[Verse 2]
Can't believe it's me, I got all of this shit just to keep
It just fucks wit' me, I'm hoping that this shit ain't just a dream
I'm not backin' off, on and off
That bitch fuck wit' me
I just break her back, send her back
No, I never keep 'em
[Verse 3]
****, I'm the fuckin' running back
See me then I'm gone
She so sexy, had to run it back
Third time is a charm
All that ass, what I'ma do wit' that?
Can't even see that thong
Used to only like 'em all brunette
Now I like 'em blonde
[Verse 4]
Got her wet, she look she just left Calypso Waterpark
Got two german bitches wit' me, they both hot like Miramar
Should I cash on the Patek or should I cop the Audemar?
Showed her how to take this dick
Hosted a 'take dick' seminar
[Verse 5]
Don't complain, this is everything I wanted to myself
I'm okay but it's alot of demons stuck under my belt
It came falling down, all I found was shit I hate to see
Bitch, look at me now, all this shit has turned me to a freak
[Bridge]
Freak, freak
DOOMSHOP, motherfucker
[Verse 6]
I hear you, roger that, I come in, make them fuckin' mad
You, you lookin' like a freak, I flash that gat and watch you tweak
I, I get a kick from it, I like to watch these bitches switch ('Ches switch)
These switches come from riches, see that drum, you turn to snitches
I, I don't just hit the block, I make 'em flock and watch 'em drop (Drop)
I'm countin' hella shots, equip the grip and let it pop
Your papa droppin' some, I think I gave it for his funds
I like a sniper gun, I think it look really fun
This one, this one for the freaks with the gets up
Catchy, catchy gets up, fuckin' with the best, bruh
This, this one for the bitches, shut yo' fuckin' shit
I'll rap and murder it, just test me once, I'll make a hit
Written by: Freddie Dredd, Shermar Paul
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