Fredo Bang Come Thru Lyrics
I lost some old friends I had to tell no
The streets they washed up most of these n*** hoes
Can’t see be going out sad oh no no no
When you ain’t having nothing watch how they treat you
At my lowest all I had was God, dont ever think I need you
Count up a hundred bands of dirty money out the mud n**
Showed you the move and you tried to work it on me
And I’m like I swear to God fo i got outi wanna shoot
Clap rods like it ain’t nothing else to do
Keep a stick on me better have it on you
And If you got the drop n** Fuck it come on through
Pull up
N** fuck it come on through
Know we outside n**
N** fuck it come on through
We don’t give no fucks play you out of luck
I keep it on my side like my 40 was a crutch
I working with a pair but bitch I ain’t the one
Might pop one in your head talking about a one on one
Never catch me slipping got it tucked right by my belly
Ask around the city since a lil one I been stepping
I stay out people business because that shit be getting messy
Cause soon I flash out you gotta check it or respect it
I pray to God that my dawg come home
I keep it gun just to make it home
I hope my mom know I love her soul
But you raised a child with a troubled soul
I swear to God foi go out i wanna shoot
Clap rods like it ain’t nothing else to do
Keep a stick on me better have it on you
If you got the drop n** Fuck it come on through
Pull up
N** fuck it come on through
N** fuck it come on through
I pray to God that my dawg come home
I keep a gin just to mkae it home
I hope my mom know I love her soul
But you raised a child with a troubled soul