Blow

Blow your brains out wit' a fuckin' forty-five, bitch
 Forty-five, bitch, fuckin' (doomshot, mothafucka)
 Blow your brains out wit' a fuckin' forty-five, bitch
 Forty-five, bitch, fuckin' forty-five, bitch
 What the hell you smokin' on you actin' like a bitch?
 Freddie Dredd is runnin' up on you with double clips
 I don't even need to look, I close my damn eyes
 What the fuck I'm shootin' at? Oh, it's the blue sky
 I'ma aim it anyways, fuck if ya die
 No bitch, why are you assumin' I am high?
 I am not high, bitch, I'm a bad guy
 Let me go to work, bitch, tie my damn tie
 I'ma step all over the dead
 Smoke the pack just not to give a fuck what you said
 Flying coast to coast, I give a fuck 'bout the bread
 Don't step too close to the fuckin' Fred
 I'm too buck, I'm too strapped up
 Bitches wanna fuck but can I spare another nut?
 All these hoes, these bitches wanna know
 "Hey man, Freddie, where did you get ya flow?"
 I'm too buck, I'm too strapped up
 I'm-I'm too buck, I'm too strapped up
 I'm too buck, I'm too strapped up
 I'm-I'm too buck, I'm too strapped up
 Blow your brains out wit' a fuckin' forty-five, bitch
 Forty-five, bitch, fuckin' (doomshot, mothafucka)
 Blow your brains out wit' a fuckin' forty-five, bitch
 Forty-five, bitch, fuckin' forty-five, bitch
 Blow your brains out wit' a fuckin' forty-five, bitch
 Forty-five, bitch, fuckin' (doomshot, mothafucka)
 Blow your brains out wit' a fuckin' forty-five, bitch
 Forty-five, bitch, fuckin' forty-five, bitch