Freddie HotSpot

Ah, Butcher coming, nigga

They play sports

I race the Porsche through the streets with choppers (woo)

You know us, we like the bucks on the eastern conference (Griselda)

I'm plugged on both coasts

From long beach to yonkers (long beach to yonkers)

So I'm somewhere in Brooklyn smoking weed from Compton (ayy)

Tell me it's lit, just pull up and sell me this shit

I bag a half in three-point-fives with no scale in this bitch

You know how I play it

I press a button, your helmet get hit (boom, boom, boom)

Riding through magazine tall as a elf in the blick

Beef in the air, I smell fear, I can tell you was tense

Had to drop

But let you slide 'cause I could tell you was bitch (pussy)

I stayed in the suite for so long, I got mail at the ritz

We betting on dice like the NFL on the strip

I run in the club, bump into plugs, I fell on a brick

Only tom brady get more rings than my telephone get

This for the Ps and my co-Ds, I'm a federal with

My lawyer told me to breath, them charges never gon' stick, let's go

Ayo, we was bagging, some big nigga came through clapping

I ducked behind french, got the mac and started (brr)

He just got home from doin' a stretch, nobody put him on

All he heard was west got the bricks, you gotta sneak up on him

Went and got the blow from Pete, you know, Pete from Utica

Did a stretch and came home and started shooting up (ah)

But anyway they did five together up in Attica

How I'm getting rich and they broke? It ain't adding up

Niggas started plotting on me, they followed me from jummah

I peeped the nautica van and yo, I gotta lose 'em (skrrt)

Floating down filmore, slid up in CP

One of us gotta go, it ain't gon' be me

Still got the ace still, hopped out

Shot Pete on june, his brains landed on wakefield (boom, boom,boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

Two weeks later, we was bagging

The big nigga showed up

I hid behind the fridge and started clappin' (brr)