Fredo Santana - Oochie Wally (Freestyle) lyrics

[Freestyle: Fredo Santana] Beefing with me, sh**, you better beef with other n***as I got shooters that got shooters and they be shooting n***as I can look at your swag and see that you losing n***a I can front your work, depend on what you moving n***a And baby, it ain't just me, I got a group of n***as You can get the f** out, if you ain't trying do my n***as Oh, 30 popper turning real n***as, hallelujah, n***a Got my gun, try to rob me, I love shooting n***as Grab the popcorn ‘cause it can be a movie n***a Don't make me pull up, hop out with that Uzi n***a Real gangsta rapper, I'm not like these fool n***as Voices in my head like, "Fredo, you the truth n***a!" Up in my own lane, don't compare me to fool n***as Loyalty over everything, trying to get my crew with ya Doing hits, by myself, no telling, who snitching Rap don't work then someone's j**els missing That don't work then, back to the kitchen Got a thousand hoes but I'm trying to get more b**hes Got a lot of money but I'm trying to get more richer Paperboy with me and we trying to catch you slipping n***as say they with it but they is not with it n***as say they winning but they is not winning These n***as see-through just like new linen These n***as haters, pockets full of big Benjies See these n***as faces when I pull up with new Benzes Can't wait to see these n***as faces when I pull up in new Benzes Street n***a, I am not a rapper Cooling in the trap workout the wrapper Sneak dissing I'ma have to clap it b**h s** me without me asking Pimp strong, L-O-L but I ain't laughing (Hahaha) 45 on me, nah, I ain't lacking See me in the streets it can get tragic Young trap king, five bricks in the mattress Young Hefner, five b**hes in the mansion Might f** ‘em, s** ‘em up ‘cause a n***a nasty