289 Freddie Dredd

I go until the end
I killin' all your friends
Bustin' at they fuckin' throat
I keep that shit up on the low
Freddie murder bitches in the middle of the street
Point it at them and they geek
Pull the trigger I'm a freak

I'm the big deal, packing steel
Call me fuckin' Holyfield
When my power gonna bust
Bullet turn you into dust
Rest in piece you little bitch
C'mon dare me make me rich
Filled with hatred in my soul
Grippin' on a 44'

Let it pop out, let you drop
You know Freddie fuckin' op
Doom is the click, y'all bitches ain't shit
Just a corpse, got to go
Tryna' match up in my flow
Murder goes in the show
Single shot, slit your throat (yuh)

Ooh, bang, 289
Till' your fuckin' mine
Rollin' slow, with a 44' aiming at your throat
Me and Zye, gonna let you die, til' your fuckin' mine
Sippin' mud, do the coke
Motherfucker do the most
Ooh, bang, 289
Till' your fuckin' mine
Rollin' slow, with a 44' aiming at your throat
Me and Zye, gonna let you die, til' your fuckin' mine
Sippin' mud, do the coke
Motherfucker do the most