Tag: Fredo Bang

Fredo Bang – Free Melly (Official Video) Lyrics
Lord, I come to you with a heavy heart
My life been hard from the very start
That shit be hard, but I still play my part
Wanna do right even tho’ I live wrong
I watched my dawg go to trial off my cellphone
The realest hittin’, guess they never got the memo
I’m on these Perc’s, they hittin’ hard just like [?]
They on my trail, they can’t keep up with my tempo
Don’t want the blame so they find someone to tell on
Where your block? I fuck around and come and spin it
Don’t want to talk to feds, probably got my digits
Free Melly it been love since the beginning
Talking ‘bout subpoena, tell that lady I ain’t get it (Let’s go)
If you ask my name, bend it, I ain’t in it (Yah, yah)
Put some respect up on my name when you spit it (Yah, yah)
And don’t forget I’m one of the ones who really with it (Yah)
Ain’t been on Twitter, usually keep me out your mentions (Fah, fah)
I’m at the house eating McDonald’s with my kitties (Yeah)
I be really quick to flash so I be chilling
When I’m in the A, I got my Glock all up in Atlantics
You play them killers, coming through just like a entrance (Ah)
What’s the deal? I’m just tryna let you know
I fuck around and take a niggas soul
2 plus 2, I be throwing up that 4
I kicked it in when they try to lock the door
Fuck the cops siren, never tell ‘em “Please” (Never)
I’m eating chop’s, but I’m still ‘bout the B
I got two kids I just really need my cheese
Try to take ‘em from me, I’m gon’ make a nigga bleed (Bitch, please)
I got blood in my eyes, I can’t see (I can’t see)
I don’t play ‘cause I always play to keep (Fah, fah)
On top my shotta, nigga ass with a beam (Ah-huh)
Got it in my pocket like my phone I let it ring

Hello
What up blood?
You know I ain’t got [?] phone
What’s happenin’ boy?
Why is you out there playin’ with them people, man?
Get a [?]
Stand on this shit, man [?] the real gang, man
Go blick in on them bitches right

Thought it was over, they turnt they back and won’t fuck with me (Fuck)
I lost it all and got it back, I told ‘em “Look at me” (Look at me)
I’m standing tall, it ain’t no folding
Clutching bad, I’m always holdin0
Money always be my motive
So if you owe me, act like you know me
And every time I turn around they always asking ‘bout that boy
I’on give a fuck about no pill, I push it down and that’s on God
He got more money, got more plaques, but I been that before this rap
I turn a nigga into a pack and he gon’ [?] that’s a fact
You don’t believe my words, go and ask that nigga (Ask that boy)
I put a nigga in a bag, I sack a nigga (Ask that boy)
Feel that two, I see you, he in back edition (Poh, poh, poh)
He did a drill, I paid to find him like a traffic ticket (Poh, poh, poh)
See him in traffic I’m spinnin’ [?]
They takin’ his legs and takin’ his face
I’m bringing that pressure, I’m making them pay
He play with them letters, he feelin’ that K
Back in my cell I was clutching a blade
Back on that drink I just need me a tase
We get the drop then you better go pray
Want a tat to their dead so I tat at they face
(What up B Real)
(HardBody)
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