Freddy Vs Jason Lyrics

Luh shh took off so he gave him a halo He tried to get low but got hit by that Draco

Got the doosay make her do what I say so My shooter keep missing took buddy off payro

My niggas get to the green and the pesos

luh shh Got shot up his top now his face low

Big 38 hit his face now the case closed

Money in my pocket I ain't fuck with no fake hos

Spin through that bitch we a ruin yo day

Fuck that ,up that get out the way

He talking hot put the blick to his face

Close case no trace first 48

Spend to that bitch I ain't showing no fear

There ain't no runner where it come like sheers African oota he holding the spear

He throwing them shots if he try to get near

Your bitch a cheater she giving me head

Brody dissing til we filled him with lead

Nigga talk hot he got shot to his neck

On the news its a new opp dead

She like me better I do it the best That boy a bitch he gon' talk to the feds

Fuck a gun I'ma beat him instead

She a freak she grabbin my dreads

Like I'ma say this, Keep talking shit I'ma empty the clip

Opp niggas needa get off my dick Ratted on bro now yo ass inna ditch

Yeah that glock gotta glitch

Go in dolo I'm ready to blitz Niggas be big til they see hollow tips

That nigga pussy he ran like a bitch

He tried to flee and get away got hit with

33 I ain't never lacking I keep my stick its tucked

inside my jeans And if I up first you getin shot that's what

I guarantee Only good gas when I'm smoking nigga this that rapper weed

I'ma oota frm deep (Green beam)on that time of release

Opps ain do shi when they ran into me -Talk about me with your mans onna tee

Yeah bitch see me she got wet like the sea My money be green ain't talking bout trees

You want a feature I come with a fee She say I'm cheating

but I disagree

Knock off his top in the sweep up his feet Ain't talking Miami this chopper got heat

That boy talk out his neck and got left in the street

These diamonds they hittin on fleek

And the opps on my dick cause you know they fed up

Knee on her neck you know I won't let up

Never gon' lack bitch i keep a Beretta,I can never get set up,That bitch on my dresser!

Smoking that boy that got hit in his hip

Got hella bitches like Autumar Wick

If he say the wrong shit he get beat with the grip

All black mask on tran hit me a lick

I do not care if you're bloody or crip

If you jacking them opps then we flipping that whip

And see that clip of this bitch it got tits

Say the wrong shit we gon been through yo strip