Don’t Front Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
Great John on the beat by the way

[Chorus]
Don't front, choppa dump
My b*tch pretty, I f*ck from the front
Took an L, I came back and I won
Boy lost a fight, he came back with a gun
Don't front, top two, but you not number one
I know momma she proud of her son
I know you know that I'm not the one

[Verse]
Baby, I'm not the one
New whip, new box of gun
Told her "Shake it," she like "It's fun"
Drive the boat, I know she like it drunk
Gucci Gang, I just bought a lil' pump
If I tell Billy, "Do it," it's done
Who want smoke? I'ma roll up a blunt
And she say she hate me, still gave me the buns
I got booked 'cause I stay with a gun
I'm sorry Your Honor, I'm not one of them
Yeah, I'm smart, but I lovе to go dumb
Body different, I came from thе slums
You know me, I been shootin' from young
The strippers love me, I be throwin' them 1s
Know some n*ggas that died with their gun
You can have it and still get slumped
He got booked, now his b*tch tryna f*ck
Ain't no loyalty, why would you cuff?
You ain't got it, so why would you bluff?
They want smoke, I be ready to puff
Time to slide, is you ready or what?
Tried to run, but he ran out of luck
Free up Sheff, he be cookin' sh*t up
Free my dawg, I ain't talkin' no pup
If it's up, then it's stuck
Shoot my shot, I be comin' in clutch
Money callin', I'm pickin' it up
Drop your mans like "Who pickin' him up?"
You can look, but don't touch
I start buggin', I'm shootin' sh*t up
She like "Sleepy, you love me or what?"
She feel like I just don't be givin' a f*ck (Huh, look)
[Chorus]
Don't front, choppa dump
My b*tch pretty, I f*ck from the front
Took an L, I came back and I won
Boy lost a fight, he came back with a gun
Don't front, top two, but you not number one
I know momma she proud of her son
I know you know that I'm not the one