With my-, with my Glock, I cock it back and let it bang
Freddie-, the Freddie Dredd got perfect aim, inside your brain
The chorus-, the chorus said it, I just want your DNA
Killing-, killing bitches is so fun, it ain't for fame (ain't for-)
With my-, with my Glock, I cock it back and let it bang
Freddie-, the Freddie Dredd got perfect aim, inside your brain
The chorus-, the chorus said it, I just want your DNA
Killing-, killing bitches is so fun, it ain't for fame
Kicking-, kicking in your skull, it kinda hurt like Lego blocks
This image in my mind is your neck, in a knot
All these groupie bitches, tell them go and kick rocks
The Freddie is exclusive to my bitch, and you are not
Plenty-, plenty other people wanna be like me
But they don't got the guts, or the gall, or the nuts
Bitches call me daddy, but I'm gonna kill their daddy
Smoke a fatty, I have had it
Where's my gun, and where is Bradley?
With my-, with my Glock, I cock it back and let it bang
Freddie-, the Freddie Dredd got perfect aim, inside your brain
The chorus-, the chorus said it, I just want your DNA (DN-)
Killing-, killing bitches is so fun, it ain't for fame
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
M-M-Money fallin' out my pockets while I run from the police
(I-I don't give a fuck) I cock it back, he done, there ain't no peace
The chorus-, the chorus hits like it's the hammer on the piece
M-M-Motherfucker what you talkin' 'bout? I'm slicker than some grease
Slide it- slide it on 'em with the choppa
G-G-Glide it on 'em like a slip n' slide
W-W-Water, w-w-water on my neck, my Spanish hoe say that she aqua
C-C-Cocaína, that shit run through Nicaragua
A-And yeah, I keep that pistol on me, that's my nigga stopper
A-And fuck the way you think, I should be talking p-p-proper
P-Put that AK-47, talking back like you his papa
P-P-Popping at the opposition, with lead and copper
C-C-C-Cock it back and let it bang
What-what you hid in the music, hyper-violence in the pain
The chorus-, the chorus, don't tell you what you can with nothing
More bitches for the killing nigga-
With my-, with my-, with my-, with my-
With my-, with my Glock, I cock it back and let it bang
Freddie-, the Freddie Dredd got perfect aim, inside your brain
The chorus-, the chorus said it, I just want your DNA
Killing- killing bitches is so fun, it ain't for fame (ain't for-)
With my-, with my Glock, I cock it back and let it bang
Freddie-, the Freddie Dredd got perfect aim, inside your brain
The chorus-, the chorus said it, I just want your DNA
Killing-, killing bitches is so fun, it ain't for fame