Lyrics Up - Freddie Dredd

Protect Positive Squad

Bounce from the sound of my Glock
A-aiming at your top
Gonna see your body flop
Watch me - watch me cock it back
Gonna have a heart attack
Sc-scary motherfucker named Fred, I am back
Le-leave you into pieces, chop it up in the kitchen
C-cooking up some dope, with the smoke, I ain't tripping
Not about the fame
Now please just go away
Ima-Ima ruin your day
If you step into my lane
Le-leave you into pieces, chop it up in the kitchen
Coo-cooking up some dope, with the smoke, I ain't tripping
N-not about the fame
Now please just go away
Ima-Ima ruin your day
If you step into my lane

Positive Squad
Stay blessed
Never stressed

Mopped up all the graves, see you bitches in the street
You's a parasite I see
See you in your fucking dreams
Ima beat you on the floor
Now come and get some more
Now Freddie in your home
Now go and close the door
Pu-puffing THC and popping all the side effects
Make me feel like I'm the man
Ain't no worry not to play
Ima keep on coasting it
All I know is fuck a job bitch
You know that Ima rob
Take a chance I might just fall
Pu-pu-puffing THC and popping all the side effects
Make me feel like I'm the man
Ain't no worry not to play
Ima keep on coasting it
All I know is fuck a job bitch
You know that Ima rob
Take a chance I might just fall

Leave you - leave you into pieces, chop it up in the kitchen
Coo-cooking up some dope, with the smoke, I ain't tripping
No-not about the fame
Now please just go away
Ima-Ima ruin your day
If you step into my lane

Leave you - leave you into pieces, chop it up in the kitchen
Coo-cooking up some dope, with the smoke, I ain't tripping
No-not about the fame
Now please just go away
Ima-Ima ruin your day
If you step into my lane

Damn, son
This must be a DJ Smokey exclusive

Smo-smoked out
Loced out
Riding with the pistol grip

Yo, Smoke Gang, represent

Smo-smoked out
Loced out
Riding with the pistol grip

A-a-anna got me clickin' I ain't tripping 'cause I'm on that snow