Pull up in a Benz, higher than a bitch
Northside playa gettin’ head from a stripper
Gold mouth dizzog, fuckin’ with that heroin
Dog food shorty, all that shit you sellin’ stepped on
Better get the fuck on, fuck up off the strizzeet
Pull that glizzy Glock, I make it pop, and leave him deceased
Took his hoe with me, I heard she was a frizzeak
Coke bottle physique, her pussy got a earring
Let my girl fuck her, hit her with strap on
Kick back like a mizack while I get the dizzome
Sippin’ on sizzurp, I can’t hear a wizzord
That chopper leave ’em leakin’, put his body in the dizzirt
Bangin’ with my folk, face on us like poker
Them boys from the northside, execute you on your sofa
Mane, who the smizzoke? I die for kinfolk
That pride will leave you crizzoaked when I slide with that pistol
N-O-R-T-zee, H-S-I-D-E-zee
I ride through the city, them freak hoes show they titties
Poppin’ on them pizzills, pussies know the dizzeal
Wetto keep the stizzeal, I’m too thick in the vizzille
Bitch, I been fuckin’ these bitches, now I’m duckin’ these bitches
Untouchable, limitless, hoe, don’t fuck with my business
Kermit on my wrist look slick, that’s sixteeen thou’ around my fist
Day dreamin’ of money ’cause tonight I might just hit some licks
Take your pick, should I whip the new Benz or the ’56?
Fifty-nine ways to die and all of them involvin’ slick
Sloth cleanin’ his pistol while I load another sixty clips
Ready to go to war, but they always end up with slit wrists
I’m so sick and tired of all these fakes and liars
Thinkin’ that they fire when really they admire what we do
Bitin’ and bitin’ till our style all chewed up, now my head all screwed up
I threw up on bitch when I was fuckin’ on her late last night
Wetto gave me Fenty patch, boy, was feelin’ nice
Droolin’ on myself, I couldn’t even get my dick up
I could’ve been a mark if I wasn’t so fuckin’ clicked up
Grey*59, bitch, I’d die for one of mine
Southside of the lake, I travel north to see my slime
New Orleans born and bred, I’ll make a dollar out a dime
Always on my toes, I keep my fingers on my nine
I hope they recognize, fuckin’ with me you will see the devils eyes
Not alive hear the Freddie Dredd, you better run inside
I got my Glockie with me, bitches always actin’ shifty
I’m countin’ up, think ’bout 50, testin’ me is very risky
You ain’t so hard, you fuckin’ bitch, you fuckin’ fraud
Aint’ my job, fuckin’ bitch, you fuckin’ fraud, better count ya fuckin’ blessings
I’ma boss, take the loss, if ya hate me, fingers crossed
I’ma beast, ain’t the least, get to killin’ it’s a feast
One more time, on my grind, and I never have to find
What I’m lookin’ for, say the word, and bodies start to hit the floor
I think I got to go, I’m runnin’ from the time, you know
I’m Freddie Dredd, you hoe, posted in the cold before
I never heard of you, pussy boi, ain’t got the juice
I wanna kill a fool, thats all I want to do
Stockin’ up on ammo, always ready for the next
I’m about to fuck ya life up , ’cause you fuckin’ with the best
Freddie, please, do not do it, Freddie, please, can you stop?
Nah bitch, I’ma demon and I’m runnin’ on the clock