[Intro: Freddy Mack]
Yeah, get hyped to this shit right here man
Motherfuckers gon' dumb to this here
Volume 1, we go dumb
We got that Product motherfucker

[Hook 2X: Freddy Mack]
I go dumb, gone off pills in the club
I go dumb, slugs in a Mossberg Pump
I go dumb, pocket full of drugs and I'm drunk
I go dumb, I'm rich bitch like what

[Verse 1: Freddy Mack]
I look clean in my monkeys, hoppin' out of the Range Rover
Party like a rock star, and wake up with a hangover
The game's over, rich boy in the makin'
And baby I play bitches, I don't play station
Cash don't hurt, don't miss the first lesson
This qualified pimp shit, pay close attention
My head's down low, mouth full of gold
Mouth full of smoke, and a trunk full of coke
I pack a .44, I'ma squeeze on the pistol
Runners on my dick, so they wanna blow my whistle
I'm gone off pills, yeah I'm feelin' myself
Home like shit, literally killin' myself
I step up in the club with two bitches on my arm
White and yellow chain, a hundred racks on my charm
The Product go hard, rock like a Tarzap
50 yack in my hand, and purple dro in my cigar
[Hook 2X: Freddy Mack]

[Verse 2: Snow Tha Product]
I go super-calo-fragile, what? dumber than a smart one
Hittin' up the club scene harder than a spark plug
Product, and she on one, bottle with the top off
Drinkin' life away, I'm off a pill, and I pop off
Rollin' 40, ain't no roof on anymore
Cause we got the car packed up every drink in the liquor store
We gettin' followed by your Ford, cause they know got that sure
Connect with the shit they want whether we South or we up North
Fresher death that it's a corpse, my style I mean
I'm on the celly drivin', ridin' and I'm loud in the whip
Ain't enough numbers to count on who wanna ride with the team
Cause ain't no whip, it's that Product, then yeah we ridin' up
I'm the Mexican chick smart enough to go dumb
Drivin' on the 5 North with a double stack on my tongue
On a 7 hour drive just to hit up the club
I'm on my way back tomorrow with a trunk full of drugs

[Hook 2X: Freddy Mack]

[Verse 3: Freddy Mack]
I pull up to the light, deep dish, and I'm on one
Red Monkey Jeans, done the shades in my gold fronts
I pop two things, so me and partners go dumb
And I'm 20 toes down, you bitch, so I'm gon' stunt
Yeah, with that chopper in the backseat
Let off 50 rounds, I have you runnin' like a track meet
Freddy Mack cheap, drunk as fuck, gettin' burps
Five shots of Remy, so I'm in her purse
I got a bitch overseas, so I can ship them birds
And every stupid hoe I knock, I'm gon' send that nerds
Still cash on here, I'm in it for the money
And she gon' keep goin' like the Energizer Bunny
And if she ain't come back with ten racks then it's ugly
I'm gon' knock her off the wall, like she was Humpty Dumpty
This young cut's pretty as fuck, so they love me
And I feel myself too much, you can't touch me, chuuch!
[Hook 2X: Freddy Mack]