Ayy , ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah 
Yeah, woah 
Yeah 
Now I can see why they scary 
Everything bout me Freddy 
Karats in the chain get scary 
Karats in my ring big scary 
I poured a red in a cherry 
Actavis, makin it berry 
I serve a pack and be ready 
Or I can call Trapboy Freddy 
Yeah, serve all the syrup, quick, pop all the Roxies 
Jet to the land, we poppin 
See you in Atlanta, no tropics 
Ima fuck a nurse in crocs and 
Every single drink got tox in it 
Bitches bе trippin, you coppin 
Never let a pursе be the topic 
Im bout to go to the bank 
I put my neck and my wrist on sink, uh 
First, my lil bitch was a saint
Now she be naked rockin a mink, uh 
I got big gas and it stank
Callin it fish, need to buy me a tank, woo 
New Orleans, bitch, Im the wave but she dont rock gold like a sank 
I keep the Draco for safety, I got a extra clip and a shank 
She wanna be my lil baby and I refuse to tell her she cant, uh 
I lost the rest out in Vegas, it was a two-point-eight, uh 
We might not never have a baby cause she been swallowin all of the semen 
I went from servin them rocks to sellin them blocks , Plexico
I caught a bitch and I fucked her, then left her on the couch, who next to go?
She rockin Gucci and Louis panties for her crotch , oh
I keep a 10 and a Uzi under the couch, oh-oh-oh
Now I can see why they scary 
Everything bout me Freddy 
Karats in the chain get scary 
Karats in my ring big scary 
I poured a red in a cherry 
Actavis, makin it berry 
I serve a pack and be ready 
Or I can call Trapboy Freddy 
Yeah, serve all the syrup, quick, pop all the Roxies 
Jet to the land, we poppin 
See you in Atlanta, no tropics 
Ima fuck a nurse in crocs and 
Every single drink got tox in it 
Bitches be trippin, you coppin 
Never let a purse be the topic 
Never let the purse be the topic, specially when a young nigga poppin 
No, it aint trickin if you got it, but you cant be watchin my pockets 
Go half on her new body , in the bulletproof truck smokin Biscotti
Cant fuck with lil buddy, he knew bout it 
Im the motherfuckin boss, what you do bout it? 
Jet to the land, we poppin 
Cant cuff her if she thottin 
Cant trust him, he rotten 
Put one in his motherfuckin noggin 
I just went Valentino to the floor by the ropes 
We belong together 
Im in the trap makin plays on the couch, mixin some medicine strong together 
High-Tech, sippin on red , Percocet just for my head and things
Baby girl, look at them legs , ooh, I almost said some things 
If he diss on the set, catch a check 
My necklace open and close, huh
VVS all in the nose, huh 
Now I can see why they scary 
Everything bout me Freddy 
Karats in the chain get scary 
Karats in my ring big scary 
I poured a red in a cherry 
Actavis, makin it berry 
I serve a pack and be ready 
Or I can call Trapboy Freddy 
Yeah, serve all the syrup, quick, pop all the Roxies 
Jet to the land, we poppin 
See you in Atlanta, no tropics 
Ima fuck a nurse in crocs and 
Every single drink got tox in it 
Bitches be trippin, you coppin 
Never let a purse be the topic