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get even - fredo bang lyrics

[intro]
ain’t that dj chose over there?
oh, looked like dj chose
hard body

[verse 1: fredo bang]
perc’ and the lean
trapped out, serve it to the fiends
now i can’t stuff it in the jeans
need another ring
my young n*ggas dracos swings
bustin’ at your sweet sixteen
put it in the air
ice box come me with a glare
know i had to cop it, ‘bout a pair
goin’ into bail
bad b*tch, i don’t wanna share
p*ssy good, and she do head

[chorus: fredo bang & lil baby]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
i’ma still get him if he breathin’
spent on a n*gga ‘round the corner
i’m here overachievin’
posted in the hood, n*gga, i ain’t never leavin’
the dirt on the burner increasin’
these n*ggas don’t wanna get even
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
i’ma still get him if he breathin’
i got the drop, so i’m schemin’
i’m here overachievin’
yeah, pull up like the irs
none of these n*ggas won’t see me
these n*ggas cap through they streamin’
but these n*ggas don’t wanna get even

[verse 2: fredo bang]
f*ck is you sayin’? (huh)
got bodies for real
this music for fans who know i ain’t playin’
i’m tryna be good, don’t f*ck with my plans
i’m not on your mans
pass youngin’ to roy, he fresh out the can
the chopper, i dance
open his body like corn in the can
movin’ like the reaper, b*tch, you come and take souls
hit a n*gga in his temple, tryna leave his eyes closed
i’ma put it on her n*gga if he play with my woes
i’ma bail it on a n*gga like i’m runnin’ that load
i ain’t runnin’ from a n*gga unless he work with the folks
huh, hit him in his throat, make him choke
b*tch
you know my heart black like a cloak
k!ll a n*gga, then i go ghost
yeah

[chorus: fredo bang & lil baby]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
i’ma still get him if he breathin’
i got the drop, so i’m schemin’
i’m here overachievin’
yeah, pull up like the irs
none of these n*ggas won’t see me
these n*ggas cap through they streamin’
but these n*ggas don’t wanna get even

[verse 3: lil baby]
i can’t be stuck in no box since i got out the box
i ain’t more f*ckin’ stockin’ guala
i pass the game around to all my partners
you turn twenty*one, you gon’ get you a chopper
don’t let these hoes get between you and bro
if you stick to the code, then n0body can stop you
them n*ggas know you ain’t come here to joke
when you go to the door, have your hand on that bible
you run it up, get some racks to your mama
know you with the sh*t, put some up for your lawyer
i can’t believe how these n*ggas disloyal
don’t care ‘bout no man ‘less you [?]
my kids out really have nightmares ‘bout shootin’, i get
i’m too rich to be smokin’ these cigs
i’m too blessed to be stressin’ ‘bout sh*t
p*ssy play, i’ma bust on this wig
i’m really rich now
my whole life, give a f*ck ‘bout a b*tch now
bein’ straight, they can never get kicked out
soon as i catch my nut, gotta dip out
i’m on some sh*t now
i don’t see no one
just franklin and benjamin only ones i wanna kick it with
might hit a skinny b*tch, just on some different sh*t
if you still breathin’, you know you ain’t gettin’ sh*t

- fredo bang lyrics

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