One , two , three , four hand guns with a scope
Five , six , seven , eight
Nine ,ten
Different gens
Different za bags
Ion like the taste
Ced called said burp the bag
Growers lettin me know shit real
Ima hood nigga with gate passes
She got kids I still won't be the step daddy
I got bliccs for every mission
Big artillery shootin a midget
Mike miller exotic bowl
These aintcha ordinary dishes
Niggas scheming on my fish but I already hooked'em with the tickle
Yk I'm coming for ya
That house ain't strong enough
Ion wanna talk business
Yo sales Neva matching up
My pound lick gave the cheese to my bitch
Ion gotta scrape it up
One call that's all
Ima attorney collectin all bucks
She got f*cked
I hit a thumb sucker
Her head game sucked
I Neva duck
Unless I'm shootin
Me or him yeen gotta choose
One thang about I'm racked up
All my smoke I got W's
Ebs Grimmy - Freddy Coming Lyrics
Ebs Grimmy - Freddy Coming Lyrics
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One , two , three , four hand guns with a scope
Five , six , seven , eight
Nine ,ten
Different gens
Different za bags
Ion like the taste
Ced called said burp the bag
Growers lettin me know shit real
Ima hood nigga with gate passes
She got kids I still won't be the step daddy
I got bliccs for every mission
Big artillery shootin a midget
Mike miller exotic bowl
These aintcha ordinary dishes
Niggas scheming on my fish but I already hooked'em with the tickle
Yk I'm coming for ya
That house ain't strong enough
Ion wanna talk business
Yo sales Neva matching up
My pound lick gave the cheese to my bitch
Ion gotta scrape it up
One call that's all
Ima attorney collectin all bucks
She got f*cked
I hit a thumb sucker
Her head game sucked
I Neva duck
Unless I'm shootin
Me or him yeen gotta choose
One thang about I'm racked up
All my smoke I got W's
Five , six , seven , eight
Nine ,ten
Different gens
Different za bags
Ion like the taste
Ced called said burp the bag
Growers lettin me know shit real
Ima hood nigga with gate passes
She got kids I still won't be the step daddy
I got bliccs for every mission
Big artillery shootin a midget
Mike miller exotic bowl
These aintcha ordinary dishes
Niggas scheming on my fish but I already hooked'em with the tickle
Yk I'm coming for ya
That house ain't strong enough
Ion wanna talk business
Yo sales Neva matching up
My pound lick gave the cheese to my bitch
Ion gotta scrape it up
One call that's all
Ima attorney collectin all bucks
She got f*cked
I hit a thumb sucker
Her head game sucked
I Neva duck
Unless I'm shootin
Me or him yeen gotta choose
One thang about I'm racked up
All my smoke I got W's
Writer: Ebs Grimmy
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