Long Live Old Fredo

Bro spot a opp on the corner When I'm in the field, she throw it back Kurt Warner We sent that boy to the sky turnt his mom to a mourner Brodie gon beat up the pack like Adrian Broner Where was you at in the morning? I can't talk right now baby girl I'm touring Bitch I don't sip but this wockhardt lean what I'm pourin Bad lil bitch named Morgan Yeah In the stu chillin back wit my members I gotta 2 toned bustdown AP shit so cold like December Back in the days used to post on the block wit OG but he couldn't even remember I told lil shorty like "please don't test me" I gotta real bad temper I got a real bad taste Bitch keep hittin my phone like bitch get the fuck out my face Yung Drippy Dri in the trap house I got my own damn place Try to run up on the gang you gon get sprayed like You gon get sprayed like mace, mace Walk down run down Nigga got scared from the gun sound We spun his block, what now? Brodie gon count up a hunnid thou Brodie gon count up a hunnid bands Yung Drippy Dri I'm the money man Member when I ain't had no fans Fake ass niggas tryn be friends Bro spot a opp on the corner When I'm in the field, she throw it back Kurt Warner We sent that boy to the sky turnt his mom to a mourner Brodie gon beat up the pack like Adrian Broner Where was you at in the morning? I can't talk right now baby girl I'm touring Bitch I don't sip but this wockhardt lean what I'm pourin Bad lil bitch named Morgan (What)