Waddam

Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Reese & Fredo Santana] Fredo, warrup My wrist so shiny, damn 300 shit man My chain shinin' Fuck wrong with these niggas? Haha This bitch on me Squad Damn, I'm the man Haha, I'm that nigga too, bitch, warrup Damn Bossed the fuck up Damn Bossed the fuck up man Money all on me bitch Money keep fallin', that shit just bossed up Damn I don't fuck with y'all 100 bricks in the trap [Chorus: Fredo Santana] I'm smoking on the gas, so stinky like waddam (Damn) My neck and my wrist so froze like waddam (Damn) Pockets on swollen and they looking like waddam (Beep) Pull up to the scene, all the bitches like waddam (Skrt skrt) Waddam (Damn), waddam (Damn), waddam (Damn), waddam Pull up on the scene, all the bitches like waddam (Skrt skrt) Waddam, waddam [Verse 1: Lil Reese] Pull up on the scene, all the bitches like waddam You that nigga from the lam, you get down I heard about your service, don't fuck with clowns And if a nigga think it's sweet, get blammed Them 300 boys don't fuck around We be up on that block, we chop you down Serve them fiends anything now Anything go for cheap now It's a drought but it ain't sweet now Don't try to play us, you get manned down [Chorus: Fredo Santana] I'm smoking on the gas, so stinky like waddam (Damn) My neck and my wrist so froze like waddam (Damn) Pockets on swollen and they looking like waddam (Beep) Pull up to the scene, all the bitches like waddam (Skrt skrt) Waddam (Damn), waddam (Err), waddam (Damn), waddam (Fredo Bitch) Pull up on the scene, all the bitches like waddam (GBE baby) Waddam (Savage Squad), waddam [Verse 2: Fredo Santana] Out of town trips, got me feeling like the man 10 bands in my pants just 'cause I can Don't feeding these bitches money, man, I just give 'em grams (Cocaine) Just robbed my plug for a brick and spent it on a chain (I did) Got niggas talkin' drugs but they ain't sold a thing I still keep it on me, man, it ain't shit changed These bitches ain't shit, they just wanna be saved These bitches ain't shit, they just wanna be saved In the trap, servin' junkies, steady countin' hundreds I break the work down then I give it to my cousin First of the month, man, you know my trap jumping If you ain't got no work, man, you better sell something [Chorus: Fredo Santana] I'm smoking on the gas, so stinky like waddam (Damn) My neck and my wrist so froze like waddam (Damn) Pockets on swollen and they looking like waddam (Beep) Pull up to the scene, all the bitches like waddam (Skrt skrt) Waddam (Damn), waddam (Damn), waddam (Damn), waddam Pull up on the scene, all the bitches like waddam (Skrt skrt) Waddam, waddam