Freddie HotSpot

Ah, Butcher comin', n!gga

They play sports, I race the Porsche through the streets with choppers (Woo)

You know us, we like the Bucks on the Eastern Conference (Griselda)

I’m plugged on both coasts, from Long Beach to Yonkers (Long Beach to Yonkers)

So I'm somewhere in Brooklyn smokin' weed from Compton (Ayy)

Tell me it's lit, just pull up and sell me this sh!t

I bag a half in three-point-fives with no scale in this b!tch

You know how I play it, I press a button, your helmet get hit (Boom, boom, boom)

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

Beef in the air, I smell fear, I can tell you was tense

Had to drop, but let you slide 'cause I could tell you was b!tch (Pxssy)

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-Ds, I'm a federal with'

My lawyer told me to breathe, them charges never gon' stick, let's go

Ayo, we was baggin', some big n!gga came through clappin'

I ducked behind French, got the MAC and started (Brr)

He just got home from doin' a stretch, nobody put him on

All he heard was West got the 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 (Ah)

But anyway they did five together up in Attica

How I'm gettin' rich and they broke? It ain't addin' up

N!ggas started plottin' on me, they followed me from Jummah

I peeped the Nautica van, and, yo, I gotta lose 'em (Skrrt)

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 (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

Two weeks later, we was baggin'

The big n!gga showed up, I hid behind the fridge and started clappin' (Brr)

Hit the n!gga twice in his shoulder, he bust back but missin'

Then I got good shots, seven bullets in the same shot (Brr, brr, brr)

Now his dust missin', get the mop (Ah)

Get the bleach

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

Got my name out the kitchen, yeah (We got our name out that kitchen, n!gga)

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

Got our name out the kitchen, look (All facts)

Few thousand for the God crystals (Hah)

I can make a call and get the raw shipment (Send that in)

One shot, one kill when my dog clipped him

Scored on them n!ggas with one bullet, that's Rod Strickland (Hahaha)

Four fifth-ed him, left him in the front seat of his car, twitchin'

I don't know what kind of raw you been sniffin' (Fxck you on, n!gga?)

Think you fxckin' with me, my bars different

Rock the Dior with the KAWS stitchin', boy, listen (Talk to 'em)

You see a spaceship when my garage doors liftin' (Cap)

My broad a vixen, smokin' Billy's, cigar twistin' (Smokin')

I got my shooter with me and my dog itchin'

He wanna empty out a clip at where your mom's livin' (Stand it out, n!gga)

N!gga, you ain't gettin' shot in your legs

It's a wig shot, double back, shot him again (Boom, boom, boom)

All my lil' shooters keep a thirty popper on them (Facts)

And nine times out of ten, it's a body on them (Hah)

I know it's some fxck n!ggas that I probably offend

But try to ride on me, your chances is probably thin

Bro, I gotta go in, one of my n!ggas got indicted

And the fiend overdosed, they put the body on him, yeah (That's fxcked up)

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

Got my 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