Lyrics Discreet Freak - Lil Grim

She a freak you a never know
That's the type of bitch I like
Like to creep keep it on the low
That's the type of shit I like
I gotta go I ain't spending the night
My bro up the road so I'm sending a kite
I see a opp it's on sight
She see I'm on top she giving me top on sight
Bro sipping wock on ice
Got killed at the dice game kept putting lock on dice
I'm just give you the news can't fill in my shoes if you put your socks on twice
You was hopping off the porch I hopped on flights
Can't leave that house without my Glock on tight
Call my lil thot by the night
Red dot on the Glock better stay out of sight

Blue tips in the mac a few clips in the back
We even got some new sticks in the trap
I'm leaving with a new bitch in a Acura
Every time the sun go down and the moon come up I swear this bitch turn into Dracula
Shawty sucking so spectacular
Attachment on the glick but I can't get attached to her
In Murder land every day it's a massacre
Round my way they treat me like the ambassador
Ran off with your bae I'm snatching her
Solo on the way he marking his calendar
You challenge me I'm on the way in a challenger
Did dog dirty try damage him
Rapper mocking mob moving your manager
Made eye contact now I'm bagging her

She a freak you a never know
That's the type of bitch I like
Like to creep keep it on the low
That's the type of shit I like
I gotta go I ain't spending the night
My bro up the road so I'm sending a kite
I see a opp it's on sight
She see I'm on top she giving me top on sight
Bro sipping wock on ice
Got killed at the dice game kept putting lock on dice
I'm just give you the news can't fill in my shoes if you put your socks on twice
You was hopping off the porch I hopped on flights
Can't leave that house without my Glock on tight
Call my lil thot by the night
Red dot on the Glock better stay out of sight

Cool bitch we at Saks but I told her cool it ain't spending no stacks on her
But when we get back I'm breaking the back on her
After that I send her back to the owner
One alcoholic bitch the other a stoner
She on my line I think she smell the aroma
Her pussy smell good I tell her bend over
Police behind me got to keep my composure
Got the drop on your house we gone foreclosure
Four nickels on the luck no four leaf clover
I hit the dash they try pull me over
Put the perky's down still ain't sober
Got shot seven times I'm really a soldier
Feds question me I ain't fold up
Real ass nigga I ain't never told nothing
New year still toating my old gun

She a freak you a never know
That's the type of bitch I like
Like to creep keep it on the low
That's the type of shit I like
I got to go I ain't spending the night
My bro up the road so I'm sending a kite
I see a opp it's on sight
She see I'm on top she giving me top on sight
Bro sipping wock on ice
Got killed at the dice game kept putting lock on dice
I'm just give you the news can't fill in my shoes if you put your socks on twice
You was hopping off the porch I hopped on flights
Can't leave that house without my Glock on tight
Call my lil thot by the night
Red dot on the Glock better stay out of sight