OOPS TOO BAD

Yeah
Back pack full of stacks, all the bitches love me.
Dont compare to these rappers im on a different budget.
I aint even gotta practice, never gettin rusty.
No i aint lookin down, but i see no one above me.
The paper bag brown, but dirty green money.
The bank account good, full of clean money.
Fuk chain money, i blow ring money.
I bet that motherfucker never seen the big money.
Magazine money, do a spread on me.
And you could turn your back, but never turn the pigs on me.
Read the not attatched, we got ya Lil Homie.
We need bread homie, or thats ya dead homie.
Im like the Coleone, meet the fukin mob.
I could get ya whacked, or give your ass a job.
freezy F. B., I holla S*I*G.
Coca-Cola classic, Caffine free.

FUK U

CRIMINALS

They said I do it cause I did it
Well they ain't lying cause I know that you could see it
but its just asahme that you couldn't be it
I know am sayin nothin
but read it and u will find something
Fadal baby am the secong commin
I mean the new beginin
and I pray that I never loose I hope I keep on winin

DAMN THIS DUDE CHANGE

IGBO SMOKING ASS NIGGERS

HOMIE SUCKS

Ewo awon boys yi.
Kamikaze on a Ketto level.
Yahooze!
E jami si jo!

I'm a real thug so my rims scrub
No black and milds - The blunt filled up
I got a V-12 sweeter than the female
It feels like intercourse bucklin' the seatbelt
Picture all black down to the shoes man
Brought it from a Don gave his ass two thangs
Know him as the boss I swerve two lanes
Picturing freezy me and money do thangs

mmmm tasty

Okay it's bath time, just like a birdie
I cop a foreign (skrrt), I pull off skirting (skrrt!)
Bitch is you worth it, you make me nervous
You rock them Chrome Hearts, you looking nerdy (oh my god)
This ain't no fish n' grits, but this that fishscale
I let little mama be, I keep her good and well
Bitch I'm an OG, I don't play that tattletale
By the time you dress me out, I'ma be in that Maybach
I smoke that cookie dough, I drink that Actavis
My life a video, I'ma let you caption it
Energizer Bunny, you see these carats, ho
I'm Rey Mysterio, my life on HBO
They didn't want me fuk none
Now they want to suck some, and fuk some
A.P ain't gonna cuff 'em, we fuk some
Then we go and do another one (woo-woo-woo
Yeah we go and do another one, son
I got my gun, you better run, run, run
You know I got bread like a croissant, son
I get 'em stuck up for a honey bun, yeah, yeah

NIGGAZ WANNA BE FRESH LIKE ME
UM ALL FRESH LIKE A GROWING TREE
NIGGAZ SMOKE WEED WITH THE SEED
AND ACT LIKE BEEN GANSTA IS SOMETHING SCARED TO BE
I LOVE MY BITCHES ALWAYS KEEP THEM BY MY SIDE
MESS WITH ME BOA AND U WONT STAY ALIVE
IM IN THE HOOD LOOKING FOR SOME BRAIN
Y U TRYING HARD TO FIGURE OUT Y U IN THIS WORLD LIL MAN THIS LIFE IS A GAME
MY COOP GOT DIAMOND RIMS SO THEY LOOK AT ME FUNNY
BOA U AINT GUETTING NO MONEY

living that fast life boa

bitch niggas cant mees with me
where my paper all eyes on me
fresh up all in the white tees
love ut bitch if she love me
the game got me rich
im calling girls bitch
yeah um sowoo but i fuk with a couple six
follow me to arizona then all they will see is ur drip
I dont fuk with no five
thiis Big niggers lie tought
talking about u guetting money when the most expensive car in ur guarage is a benzo
freezy stay fresh hoe
and um all about my paper never follow hoes like checks on their front door

IM ALL ABOUT MY PAPER HOMEY
CANT TELL ME NOTHING HOMEY
NIGGAS TRINA MAKE ME HUNGRY
IM IN THE HOOD GUETTING HIGH
UR IS SUPPRISED
CUZ SHE AINT SEEN A GUY THIS FLY
LIFE IS A BITCH BUT SPOIL HER
BOY I KEEP A BURNER
SHUT UP AND LISTEN CUZ U A LEARNER
MONEY ON MY MIND
IN THE HOOD SELLIN DIMES
MAKE UR BITCH SAY UM FINE

Goyard duffle, yeah yeah
Got that Draco in it, yeah yeah
Whip a chicken, yeah yeah
Tryna break the pot, yeah yeah
And I got that Glock, yeah yeah
I got thirty shots, yeah yeah
Got your baby mama, yeah yeah
She bent over nigga, yeah yeah
Young fadal trappin', yeah yeah
And I'm fukin' rappin', yeah yeah
I make lots of money, yeah yeah
And I throw it, throw it, yeah yeah
Ayy lil bitch you tryna blow it, yeah
Woah, chopper like a lawnmower, yeah
Woah, got that motherfukin' dagger on me
Woah, stab a nigga and his lil homie, woah
And I'm ballin' like Nowitzki, woah
I get head like Lewinsky
Police tryna fingerprint me, woah
I'm runnin' out that motherfuker, nigga, woah
Get money like a motherfuker, nigga
Bags in, nigga gas in
Cash out, nigga cash in
I'm robbin', ski maskin'
You niggas know that I'm 'bout action
Fishtail with the traction
Fuk a fistfight, nigga I was blasting
Air that motherfucker out, we was smashin'

SWEEET

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm lovely

Yo, my flow'll have you amazed and astonished
I been hot since I copped my first Sega with Sonic
Back in the days, when Shawn Kemp played for the sonics
I rocked the huge jeans and I played the Etonics
You know I blow haze, I be blazing the chronic
It got my mind scrambled like the egg in a omelette
I talk to God every day, and he made me a promise
Me and T like Malcolm and Elijah Muhammad
Me and Swizz like Martin and Jesse
But the fact that I can get assassinated, is starting to stress me
I ain't tryna let the police department arrest me
But I still keep steel tucked under the fresh tee
And I ain't just rapping for my health
So before you diss me, you be betta off clappin' at yourself
Cause I ain't tryna battle on the mic
I have them goons hop out on you like they did Harold at the light

CUZ HE DON'T LOVE YOU

I RAP LIKE UM DUM
I RAP LIKE I GOT A GUN
I LIVE IN THE SLUM WHERE U CANT COME
BOY WHERE U FROM
I GOT A 380 IN MY POCKET
AND DOG I WILL CLAP IT
BITCH NIGGAS FEAR ME LIKE BULLYS
AND BOY I DON'T WANNA HEAR UR LIPS MOVE IF IT AINT ABOUT THE MONEY
NIGGAS HUNGRY
THINKING THEY COULD FUK WITH ME
UMMA G
IM SICK IM SICK IM SICK U CAN'T BEAT ME TAKE IT EASY

WHAT IS THE EASIEST JOB TO LEARN IN THIS WORLD

money on my mind
kill a nigga for a dime
watch ya time
u niggas cant rhyme
u outta ya mine
thinking u could Bleep with myne
is freezy i get busy like the store owner
mess with me i let the fifth blow ya