Shackle down, I would never pay for a pound

This hooker in the gown, I will beat her to the ground

Boot-boot to the head, then I shoot, now you're dead

Sucka don't want smoke, hold on, let me take a toke

Why you boast?

Now you lookin' like a damn ghost

To the most

Walk up to the show and I'm the host

You's a foolie

I got the bang, hit you with the toolie

Now you're snoozing

Killin' all these bitches 'cause they losing

Get-get it

Two-step, I just want the boof pack

Oh, you think you know Jack?

Come on run your knapsack

Blessin' all these bitches

You think I am a fool

Freddie is a killer, now you don't know what to do

Fre-Freddie sittin' there with the crown

He gon' be the king of all the putrid underground

Where you gonna be when I am countin' all my rounds?

All these little rappers tryna act up, you a clown

Fre-Freddie sittin' there with the crown

He gon' be the king of all the putrid underground

Where you gonna be when I am countin' all my rounds?

All these little rappers tryna act up, you a clown