Freddy Lyrics - Trapboy Freddy ft. Young Thug

Freddy – Trapboy Freddy ft. Young Thug

Lyrics:

[Intro: Young Thug]
(Yo, Pi’erre, yo, Pi’erre)
Ayy (Ayy, ayy), ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Yeah, woah
Yeah (Woo)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Now I can see why they scary (Why?)
Everything ’bout me Freddy (Yeah)
Karats in the chain get scary (Scary)
Karats in my ring big scary (Scary)
I poured a red in a cherry (Cherry)
Actavis, makin’ it berry (Berry)
I serve a pack and be ready (Ready)
Or I can call Trapboy Freddy (Woo)
Yeah, serve all the syrup, quick, pop all the Roxies (Roxies)
Jet to the land, we poppin’ (Jet to the)
See you in Atlanta, no tropics (In the land)
I’ma fuck a nurse in crops and (Ayy, ayy)
Every single drink got tox’ in it (Tox’ in it)
Bitches just trippin’, you coppin’ (Coppin’)
Nеver let a purse bе the topic (Woo)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I’m ’bout to go to the bank (The bank)
I put my neck and my wrist on sink, uh (Ooh)
First, my lil’ bitch was a saint
Now she be naked rockin’ a mink, uh (Yeah)
I got big gas and it stank
Callin’ it fish, need to buy me a tank, woo (On God)
New Orleans, bitch, I’m the wave
But she don’t rock gold like a sank (Woo)
I keep the Drac’ [?] I got a extra clip and a shank (Keep the Draco)
She wanna be my lil’ baby and I refuse to tell her she can’t, uh (I refuse)
I lost the rest out in Vegas, it was a two-point-eight, uh (Two-point-eight)
We might not never have a baby ’cause she been swallowin’ all of the semen (Woo, bitch)
I went from servin’ them rocks to sellin’ them blocks (What?), Plexico
I caught a bitch and I fucked her, then left her on the couch, who next to go?
She rockin’ Gucci and Louis panties for her crotch (What?), oh
I keep a 10 and a Uzi under the couch, oh

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Now I can see why they scary (Woo)
Everything ’bout me Freddy (Yeah)
Karats in the chain get scary (Scary)
Karats in my ring big scary (Scary)
I poured a red in a cherry (Fairy)
Actavis, makin’ it berry (Pretty)
I serve a pack and be ready (Ready)
Or I can call Trapboy Freddy (Pick up, pick up, up)
Yeah, serve all the syrup, quick, pop all the Roxies (Ayy)
Jet to the land, we poppin’ (Jet to the)
See you in Atlanta, no tropics (Tropics)
I’ma fuck a nurse in crops and (Top ten)
Every single drink got tox’ in it (Tox’ in it)
Bitches just trippin’, you coppin’ (Woo)
Never let a purse be the topic (Uh-uh)

[Verse 2: Trapboy Freddy]
Never let the purse be the topic, ‘specially when a young nigga poppin’ (Yeah, poppin’)
No, it ain’t trickin’ if you got it, but you can’t be watchin’ my pockets (Uh-uh, nah)
Go half on her new body (Her new body), in the bulletproof truck smokin’ Biscotti
Can’t fuck with lil’ buddy, he knew ’bout it (He knew ’bout it)
I’m the motherfuckin’ boss, what you do ’bout it? (What you do ’bout it, pussy?)
Jet to the land, we poppin’ (Poppin’)
Can’t cuff her if she thottin’ (Nah)
Can’t trust him, he rotten (Uh-uh)
Put one in his motherfuckin’ noggin (Boom)
I just went Valentino to the floor by the ropes (By the ropes)
We belong together (Yeah)
I’m in the trap makin’ plays on the couch
Mixin’ some medicine strong together (Hey)
High-Tech, sippin’ on red (Red), Percocet just for my head [?]
Babygirl, look at them legs (Legs), ooh, I almost said some things (Hold up)
If he diss on the set, catch a check (Catch a check)
My necklace open and close, huh
VVS all in the nose, huh (Woo)

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