Fraud

(álbum: Freddie's Inferno - 2022)

Doomshop, mothafucka
Mo-Mothafucka

Where ya at, mama?
Gotta tell me 'fore I get back
I hate that, for 25 bones I get it mix matched
I'ma—I'ma fuck a fool I think I might go hit up Deebo
He's mean though, I gotta get my drink before I heave, hoe—heave hoe

I keep it strapped up, loaded, I ain't never lacking—lacking
I get the pack and where you at? I need that action

Baby—Baby, want it—want it
I got my Glock with me and I just wanna kill it—kill it
I get so drunk, all alone, while she calling my phone
But the Freddie at your home—home
Aiming at your dome—dome
Goddamn boy, who be feeding you this shit—shit?
Scared him like a bitch, keep it on me like my dick
Cause sell me goods, sell me what, I just wanna fuck it up
Wanna—Wanna fuck it up

Where ya at, mama?
Gotta tell me 'fore I get back
I hate that, for 25 bones I get it mix matched
I'ma—I'ma fuck a fool I think I might go hit up Deebo
He's mean though, I gotta get my drink before I heave, hoe—heave hoe

Where ya—Where ya at, mama?
Gotta tell me 'fore I get back
Where ya—Where ya at, mama?
Gotta tell me 'fore I get back
Where ya at, mama?
Gotta tell me 'fore I get back
Where ya—Where ya at, mama?
Gotta tell me 'fore I get back