that Mercedes, you better get up in it Get off the corner, come to pop some vintage You never seen a player flip your whole life Dip the caddy on the freeway
Probably got your baby moms number in my phone boy And if I'm hittin the click up dick sucks Had your bitch in the telly throwin her 'SIX" up Yea we
to 'em, talk to 'em) If ya ready to feel me (Talk to' em, talk to 'em) Bottom line, I'm a problem, y'all (I tried to tell 'em, man) Bottom line, I'm
boy Probably got your baby moms number in my phone boy And if I hittin the click up dick sucks Had your bitch in the telly throwin her 'SIX" up Yea we
on, tear up the mic uh [Rasaq] Lay it down, lay it down Ya pins lay it down Lay 'em down, lay 'em down The pad lay 'em down Lay it down, lay it down
, they busy though That's all I need to know roll up the windows and lock the door It's all that poppin on that cooze got me worked up Turn up the beat
Intro - Omillio Sparks - talking (Freeway)] (I need some fuckin money, man) I feel you Free Goin through this recession and shit Now them hoes actin up
you wake up Free hate smuts, stay wit a dime at all times Stay on the grind at all times wit so many nines Shit baggin' and shake up, nigguh, ain't
just to be recognized Ain't no busters up amongst us, straight do or die Put my life on the line, on the grind for mine Doin crime, doin time for these
' this rap shit M-Easy, we runnin' this rap shit The Broad Street Bully, we runnin' this rap shit Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it Freeway
city how No matter what's goin' down We're comin' to the city how Pull up to the vallet We're turnin' heads like a hummer on the freeway We gaze through
't breakin' off nuttin' Got two thirty-eights, I can break you off a dozen You know how Mac play, when it come to that yea I got 'em locked up on the
made freeway say, put on a beat Only the strong prevail I know but a shell Make him yell like hoes when I perform hotel Break it up, break it up Battlers
to 'em, talk to 'em) If ya ready to feel me (Talk to' em, talk to 'em) Bottom line I'm a problem, y'all (I tried to tell 'em, man) Bottom line I'
, they busy though That's all I need to know, roll up the windows and lock the door It's all that poppin' on that cooze got me worked up Turn up the beat
, couldn't give me the ass An' they roll up, light up, pass me the trees, come on The name, F R double the E, tell 'em Don't really wanna cross the line
out like a western found out Where you live at pay ya spot a visit Listen, free to frosty, back up off me Before you get bury carry the mover Extra rounds to get the clowns up
Verse 1 It's like kliq klaq we barrie dat bark 'em wit da chrome I got your house surrounded gasoline floodin' ya home Line up a target, some men deh