[Chorus]
With my- with my Glock, I co*k it back and let it bang
Freddie- the Freddie Dredd got perfect aim, inside your brain
The chorus- the chorus said it, I just want your DNA
Killing- killing b*tches is so fun, it ain't for fame (ain't for-)
With my- with my Glock, I co*k it back and let it bang
Freddie- the Freddie Dredd got perfect aim, inside your brain
The chorus- the chorus said it, I just want your DNA
Killing- killing b*tches is so fun, it ain't for fame
[Verse]
Kicking in your skull, it kinda hurt like Lego blocks
This image in my mind is your neck, in a knot
All these groupie b*tches, tell them go and kick rocks
The Freddie is еxclusive to my b*tch, and you are not
Plenty othеr people wanna be like me
But they don't got the guts, or the car, or the nuts
b*tches call me daddy, but I'm gonna kill their daddy
Smoke a fatty, I have had it
Where's my gun? And where is Bradley?