ThaDon Qur'an & BagBoyMonte - FondrenFreestyle Lyrics

Felonies
My hoe caught me cheatin' now she tryna give me the boot
All my soldiers with me slangin' iron, we like salute
All my pills, gender reveal, they either pink or they blue

Nigga, this ain't track and field, but we gon' run into you
All these niggas broke, boy, I think they in cahoots
And I seen this shit before, boy, I think it's deja vu
OG not in the field no more, he think he Shannon Sharpe

Blood, sweat, and tears inside this shit, won't never fall apart
Yo hol gang broke a thousand dollars a tear yall ass apart
How I lock the key inside the whip, don't need a key to start
7-6-2 comin' out the drac, separate a body part

My bitch look like ice spice, she the shit and fart
Ayy, 7-6-2, niggas broke, ain't got a clue
That hoe shit you did like mustard, it's gon' catch up with you
They f*ckin' hoes without no rubbers, finna catch something new

And I know what you did last summer, but I'm nothing like the movie
Ayy, we got sticks like trees, choppa aiming at his roots
We treat opps like mixtapes know them niggas droppin' soon
Better get your shit straight, niggas, be so LBQ

LBJ, bitch, I'm a king, I walk in, give me room
He said he want smoke get pop young niggas, shake the room
Okay Mopsticks on them Glocks and Chops, sweep yo shit like a broom
It's 200 on this Trackhawk hit the highway, ten and two

Tell that bitch that I'ma dogg like Snoop, I'm sippin' gin and juice
I'm gettin' tired of these narrators speaking on shit they didn't do
Lift my wrist like dang, cause I get bucks Antetokounmpo
I got dawg shit in my pocket, hit your block and take a poop

And my young niggas totin' American rights, ain't never been a troop
Got that rocket in my pocket, it shoot commies, Cheryl Swoop
Tryna nigga put his hand out, I turned around and chunk the deuce
I pull that fan out, head tap your crew like duck duck Goose