Freddie Vs. Jason lyrics

[Intro]
Uh huh, this is where that sh*t get scary n*gga
This where sh*t get terrifying
Yeah, it's raining, it's pouring, the old man is
Yeah, you know the rest n*gga
f*ck wrong wit' a n*gga, n*gga?
SOB sh*t b*tch
YWN sh*t b*tch
f*ck wrong wit' a n*gga?
I don't know what the f*ck these n*ggas thought but I'm finna let 'em know
b*tch, take ya head out your mothaf*ckin' ass
And get you a n*gga with some mothaf*ckin' class b*tch
Yeah n*gga I talk that P sh*t, yeah I really be on that SOB sh*t though
f*ck wrong wit' a b*tch? Huh? Two hunned b*tch, huh
This sh*t serious n*gga, I wouldn't lie to you n*gga
This sh*t like a scary movie or something
Like a scary series or something n*gga
Freddie vs Jason type sh*t, here I go

[Verse]
Naw I ain't squashing sh*t, n*gga f*ck that
It be times I wake up and be like, "f*ck rap"
I showed n*ggas love, got no love back
Bullets flying out the, make 'em jump jack
Every n*gga with me shoot we the Dream Team
n*gga this is not a flash, this a green beam
I got money on my mind, n*gga ching ching
Big Draco's, n*gga Stinc Team
I could make her bust it open on the first date
I tote big ass choppas, make the earth shake
Been taking n*gga's b*tches since the third grade
Free my baby Janky Mitchy out the bird cage
We was tied fourth quarter, this the overtime
n*gga watch yo mans, they be showing signs
Glock gotta stay with me keep my bros from crying
Everything I say two hundred, this sh*t more than rhymes (This sh*t real)
This where this sh*t get terrifying
If I don't put 'em in the dirt (Hip hop, hip hop), I bet I'll paralyze 'em
Let my nuts hang anywhere, no I don't fear nobody
Oh we went to school together? I ain't recognize 'em (Real)
f*ck with n*ggas from a distance, don't get close to me
Two n*ggas run up on DaBoii I'll leave 'em both deceased
b*tch it's the lion of the jungle, what's a goat to me?
If you don't wanna lose the race then n*gga don't compete
I got the trophy in my hands, I'm going home with this
Ask me where I get this from, like I stole the sh*t
b*tch ask me for some head, I'm like, "You joking b*tch"
I had thought that you was drunk but naw you loaded b*tch
I ain't gotta c*ck it back, yeah my sh*t loaded b*tch
Us against them pus*y n*ggas, who you rolling with?
Boiling my chain up in hot water so the golds'll hit
Vlone on my body turn my back b*tch take a motion pic
I was gon' end the song 12 bars ago, perky kicking in
Heard the whole click tryna blow the team, let them b*tches in
I ain't coming out today brodie bro, yeah I'm wit' the kids
Talking 'bout how it's a four up in your twenty, b*tch you sippin' Tris
Baby said she wanna build with me, I ain't no architect
Forty pointers in my buffy-uffs, cost a arm and leg
Baby play your roll
You n*ggas 'bout two seasons late, I got the latest on
I don't got no open cases, all my cases closed
Granny ask me how her baby been, said, "You would hate to know"
You ain't really 'bout what n*ggas claiming, what you faking for?
If we peep some squares up in the circle, we reshaping those
Yeah I could spit a million bars, I ain't no rapper though
Acting different on these b*tches, ain't no actor though
It get cold up in that summer, throw your jacket on
Ain't gonna be aiming at no feet when we start tagging toes
b*tch
[Outro]
Hip hop, hip hop, hip hop