Freddy 'n Jason ft. DottZ Lyrics

Loyiii

Bs Beats

Jackie

I heard it was backdoor season

So don't get backdoored

Oh you got you a bitch? I got one too

She makin' it clap more (Aye)

Yeah

Me and XENTIAL are Freddy and Jason

Free mind, it's time to awaken, look

Spot that boy, men jump out, man jump out, just send the location

Just drop the pin, just drop the addy, your girl she calls me daddy, ay

Big clip with a stick with a laser, might hop out, might do that later (Ay, ay, look)

Just give me the paper, give me the guap, me and DottZ, we need the chop

Don't chat on the net you madman, hop out the van with the weap

And your girl stay giving me bop, she said "X, I'll give you this wap" Look

See the mandem run when I led them back, so you know it's mad

I be using these strings like I'm in a band, you can't be my opp, man you just a fan, look

Don't chat on the net you mug, rise that thing in the transit van

Don't make it hot, get hit in the mouth, man you cannot risk my funds, gang

I trap, I been careful still trying to get them funds

Put the money on top

Need me the green I need me the guap, look

You niggas stay cappin'

Lie in the booth, don't lie when I'm chain snatchin'

Been too long I feel no love, speak to me with your chin up

Fuck a diss I'll hit you up

Bass is hard you'll need some scrubs, like

Show some rizz and them I'm dippin'

Fuck my girl inside the kitchen

Not no bitch, you niggas trippin'

Beamers turned that nigga Christian

Can't see me so please just listen

Flows is crazy leave you trippin'

And they're juicy, call that chicken, like

Facts, you niggas is whack, got hit for a bag

Man, I do this music shit for a living of course I can't be trash

You don't know what to say, get out my face

Or you get hit with the blade, uh

(Yea, don't know what to say, get with the blade, look)

I still bang F trying to get my money

This girl be cute and she sweet like honey

I can see it in her eyes that she wants me, oh darling arch your back then bruck it

She want a gun man badman, she love it

In love with this riding stuff, can't stop it

Corn popping anywhere, man spot 'em

Back out my thing, cock it, then drop him

Man step in public with a loaded gun, tucked in my jeans that's a firearm

Ran opp block bare trips trying to spill red rum

Back out my thing, no point to run

I'm on the opp block trying to spill that juice

Back out my shank then push it in hoods

Spot me some opps like who are these utes

What's good civilians? Please don't look

Don't look 'cause the scene be tragic

Caught my man lackin in traffic

Back it, slap it, I'm doing up practice

Rise the dot-dot straight up, no tactice

No DNA when I beat that

Who done man like a zig-zag?

No chit-chat, no fist fight, aye pree that

Back the 12 gauge, then kill man