Freak On lyrics

[Intro]
(Like, grahh, grah-grah)
Like, like, why these n*ggas actin' like—
Like, we not them n*ggas, like
Like, like, we not one of them n*ggas like
Like these n*ggas not soft, like (Damn Jefe)
Oh my— (Graah, graah)
Like, they mans died they ain't spin and get back for him
His brother got shot when them n*ggas saw him (Lee Drilly)
I don't understand, n*ggas
94Gz no Gz like these ya heard?
Jack B's we jack bigger B's
Drop my sh*t we gon' let it squeeze (BlixkyK)

[Verse 1]
Think they on me but I keep it tucked
Feel like Kobe way I'm always clutch
Run up on me, then you out of luck
Send 'em to the angels turn them into dust
We buggin' on buzzin', I don't give a f*ck
Then Sheemy disscussin turn 'em to a blunt
The Blixky pus*y why they tryna front?
And everyone with 'em better duck
Mori was sucking icees and spanking himself (Ayo!)
Just look at the picture he paint for himself
When the bro act like that there ain't no coming back
Why the f*ck they let this n*gga rap?
Everything they talk about is cap
But I still ain't take 'em off the map
I'm a QB and all y'all n*ggas running-backs
I be throwin' while all y'all n*ggas run track
I don't know where y'all took it so instead of the Bronx let's do it in Brooklyn
Can't forget about- 'cause we cooked him, don't diss just react, I'm moving like Crooklyn
Stain Blixk on di*k I hate it
And his music you better not play it
Him and Ray in the 'stu tryna make hits
Low-key them n*ggas on some gay sh*t
Blixk watch a dummy I saw that
And bro's name n*ggas know we caught that
You was on the phone you wasn't on that
You was talking nicely with your soft ass
To my jail n*ggas, Blixkys off that
If you catch one, get a skull crack
If I catch one, I'ma draw that
Hollow tip's supposed to make 'em fall back
[Interlude]
Hold on, hold on lemme talk my sh*t real quick like
Like, GDK, BlixkyK, n*ggas know my body you heard
I'm 'boutta get a little more disrespectful, in case n*ggas think I'm playing you heard like, suck my di*k (Ah!)
I'm back in!

[Verse 2]
No Blixky to Drilly n*ggas know I said that
Smoking Nick them n*ggas know I meant that
How we gon' link with people who ain't get back?
Spazz ain't jacking n*ggas 'cause I sent that
Catch a Blixky n*gga we gon' bend that
And your bullets gon' dead that
Call me he was tryna dead that
Like this pack is where nazzy's head at?
Blixky n*ggas is starting to lose me
You damn right it's lit, y'all dropping the Whoopty
Malo wanna argue I got toolies
I ain't in the shows I like to shoot movies
Got Woo b*tches tryna scoo' me
And these Blixky b*tches tryna do me
Y'all can't diss this n*gga you a goofy
Now I said free Spazz the Drilly's have
Woulda' been smoking that Nick and Nas
Spin my block that's ill advised
Mori praying his brother is still alive
Tryna tell him that only the real survive
Malo got punched he can't be pushing P
Took a vid and you was looking sweet
If that was me I woulda' took the heat
Add attachments gotta—
He gon die for the kill
Tryna drill me an opp I get high on the drill
Free MB he gon' ride for the drill
And Edai home he on time for the drill (Edai!)
Me and E-Wuu creep like Spazz on the drill (E-Wuu)
On the 9 thats my steel
I'ma shoot from deep n*gga I'm elite n*gga
Show 22 I'm a sniper for real
Hol' on, lil Blixky is packin' n sh*t
Fetty G blunt slapin' n sh*t
Nas Blixk died and that tragic n sh*t
Shotty made Nick do a backflip n sh*t
And my Gz they ain't having that sh*t
Move wock then they blasting that sh*t
Red, green beam in this b*tch
Put a O in his back, I was just for the hit
Like, I'm glad these n*ggas wanna play (I'm glad)
Got 'em mad they jacking DrillyK
It get tact, when the slide out they ain't safe
Make a pack, I'm tryna drop a rake
Ya just drid that I'm jacking GDK
Matter of fact my n*ggas EBK
We gon' get up with y'all either way
Hollow's chase him picking up the pace
(Hol' on) Creep up while its late (Malo)
Leave him where he stay (Mori)
That lil' n*gga gay
And y'all copped it on the phone the
How long y'all been beefin' still ain't spin the Rey
Slide with Nesty, Melly, or my 8s
Talk on Rah what happened the next day
Mori brother got shot in his face
They said I was paying respect
I was playing f*ck that n*gga death
He got 48 before he left
Dap him up the shotty to his chest
Ralo pus*y up the mess
Mori soft that n*gga got me fessed
So we smoking on, so we smoking on, so we smoking on Nick his brother gon' be next
[Outro]
Like, this the last time I'ma mention y'all n*ggas like
I don't wanna see y'all n*ggas again you heard?
I'm really on that timing I don't know 'bout yall but I been outside like, like like, like
It ain't even 24 hours on y'all n*ggas ass like
YSL, Fly Hound, Die Hound
Like like, like like, f*ck you talking 'bout n*gga?