[Chorus: Freddie Dredd]
With my—with my Glock I cock it back and let it bang
Freddie—the Freddie Dredd got perfect aim inside your brain
The chorus—, the chorus said it, I just want your DNA
Killing—killing bitches is so fun, it ain't for fame (Ain't for—)
With my—with my Glock I cock it back and let it bang
Freddie—the Freddie Dredd got perfect aim inside your brain
The chorus—the chorus said it, I just want your DNA
Killing—killing bitches is so fun, it ain't for fame

[Verse 1: Freddie Dredd]
Kicking—kicking in your skull, it kinda hurt like Lego blocks
The image in my mind is your neck in the knot
All these groupie bitches, tell them go and kick rocks
The Freddiе is exclusive to my bitch, and you are not
Plеnty—plenty other people wanna be like me
But they don't got the guts, or the gall, or the nuts
Bitches call me daddy, but I'm gonna kill their daddy
Smoke a fatty, I have had it, where's my gun and where is Bradley?

[Chorus: Freddie Dredd]
With my—with my Glock I cock it back and let it bang
Freddie—the Freddie Dredd got perfect aim inside your brain
The chorus—the chorus said it, I just want your DNA (DN—)
Killing—killing bitches is so fun, it ain't for fame
[Bridge: Lil Darkie]
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

[Verse 2: Lil Darkie with Freddie Dredd]
M-M-Money fallin' out my pockets while I run from the police
I-I don't give a fuck, I cock it back, he done, there ain't no peace
The chorus—the chorus hits like it's the hammer on the piece
M-motherfucker, what you talkin' 'bout? I'm slicker than some grease
Slide it—slide it on 'em with the choppa
S-S-Slide it on 'em like a slip n' slide
W-w-water, w-w-water on my neck, my Spanish ho say that shit agua
C-C-Cocaína, that shit went through Nicaragua
And-and yeah, I keep that pistol on me, that's my n***a stopper
And-and fuck the way you think I should be talking pr-pr-proper
Put the AK-47, talkin' back like you his papa, uh
P-P-Pop in at the opposition, with lead and copper, uh
C-C-C-Cock it back and let it bang
What—what you hear in the music, hyper-violence in the pain
The chorus—the chorus, don't tell you what you get with the fame
More bitches for the killin' n***a—
With my—with my—with my—with my

[Chorus: Freddie Dredd, Lil Darkie]
With my—with my Glock I cock it back and let it bang (Haha)
Freddie—the Freddie Dredd got perfect aim inside your brain
The chorus—the chorus said it, I just want your DNA
Killing—killing bitches is so fun, it ain't for fame (Ain't for—)
With my—with my Glock I cock it back and let it bang
Freddie—the Freddie Dredd got perfect aim inside your brain
The chorus—the chorus said it, I just want your DNA
Killing—killing bitches is so fun, it ain't for fame