[Bankroll Freddie]
Like Freddie
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Like Freddie
Bankroll
[Bankroll Freddie]
Hoppin' out the 'Vette, I give these hoes the chills (Woo)
They don't want the fake, they only want the real (Only want the real)
Got a half a ticket, now I want a mil' (Half a ticket)
And a big house with it on the hill (Big house)
MTV Cribs, show you how I live (How I live)
I still got some niggas waitin' on appeal (Free Mick)
Come and get the P's, they comin' vacuum-sealed (Got 'bows)
Buy more than ten, then you get a deal (Worth a deal)
[Bankroll Freddie]
See, the kids wanna be like Freddie (Wanna be like)
Your man wanna trap like Freddie (Trap, trap, trap)
The kids wanna rap like Freddie (I'm a rapper)
Your man want racks like Freddie (Big racks)
I heard your bitch wanna fuck Freddie (Ooh)
It's cool, big bruh, don't be petty (Don't be petty, bruh)
If she go for it, she a selly (She a ho)
Kick the bitch out on the levee (Get out)
[Bankroll Freddie]
I really got it out the trap, boy, I came far (Came far)
Ayy, mama, look, your baby boy, he a star (He'll make it)
Want the double R with the Forgis and the stars (Rolls Royce)
With the Mack truck, show 'em I'm a big dawg (Big dawg)
Bentley got them boys trained, tell 'em, "Sit, dawg" (Sit)
My dawgs get up with you, tell them boys, "Sit, dawg"
Small fare really get your boys hit, dawg (Bah, bah)
And when they bring that package back, tell 'em, "Good dawg" (Good boy)
[Bankroll Freddie]
See, the kids wanna be like Freddie (Like Freddie)
Your man wanna trap like Freddie (Trap, trap)
The kids wanna rap like Freddie (I'm a rapper)
Your man want racks like Freddie (Big racks)
I heard your bitch wanna fuck Freddie (Haha)
It's cool, big bruh, don't be petty (She gon' fuck)
If she go for it, she a selly (She a sellout)
Kick the bitch out on the levee (Put her out)
The kids wanna be like (Like, like, like), like Freddie
The kids wanna be like (Like, like, like, like), like Freddie
The kids wanna be like (Like, like, like), like Freddie
The kids wanna be like (Like, like, like, like), like Freddie
[Trapboy Freddy]
Niggas wanna be like Freddy
Too late, ran my sack way, way up
Twenty-two pounds in the Chevy, all reggie
On my way to the barrels, finna get this bitch weighed up
F-R-E-double-D-Y-B
Lil' nigga, big Glock, please don't try me
Had rocks in my socks 'fore I had an ID (On God)
Skippin' school on floaters, nigga asked about me (Chop)
Jumpin' three phones, got three spots all gettin' it on (Trap)
Four hoes, don't none of 'em get along (Fuck)
Thirteen, I was grown, on the block with them stones
Gettin' them bitches gone, I ain't leavin' 'til they all gone (Uh-uh)
Iced out my choker (Choker), all off the smokers (Smokers)
Me and Sosa in the kitchen tryna get some overs (Get in there)
When you was thinkin' local, I had packs in the motor (Skrrt)
All black Toyota with the bricks under the coaster
[Bankroll Freddie]
The kids wanna be like Freddie (Like Freddie)
Your man wanna trap like Freddie (Trap, trap)
The kids wanna rap like Freddie (I'm a rapper)
Your man want racks like Freddie (Big racks)
I heard your bitch wanna fuck Freddie (Haha)
It's cool, big bruh, don't be petty (She gon' fuck)
If she go for it, she a selly (She a sellout)
Kick the bitch out on the levee (Put her out)
The kids wanna be like (Like, like, like), like Freddie
The kids wanna be like (Like, like, like, like), like Freddie
The kids wanna be like (Like, like, like), like Freddie
The kids wanna be like (Like, like, like, like), like Freddie
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