[Chorus]
Blow your brains out wit' a fuckin' forty-five, bitch
Forty-five, bitch, fuckin'—
Doomshop, mothafucka
Blow your brains out wit' a fuckin' forty-five, bitch
Forty-five, bitch, fuckin' forty-five, bitch

[Verse]
What the hell you smokin' on, you actin' like a bitch
Freddie Dredd is runnin' up on you with double clips
I don't even need to look, I close my damn eyes
What the fuck I'm shootin' at? Oh, it's the blue sky
I'ma aim it anyways, fuck if ya die
No, bitch, why are you assumin' I am high?
I am not high, bitch, I'm a bad guy
Let me go to work, bitch, tie my damn tie
I'ma step all over the dead
Smokin' packs, about to give a fuck what you said
Flying coast to coast, I give a fuck 'bout the bread
Don't step too close to the fuckin' Fred
I'm too buck, I'm too strapped up
Bitches wanna fuck, I can not spare another nut
All these hoes, these bitches wanna know
"Hey man, Freddie, where did you get ya flow?"
I'm too buck, I'm too strapped up
I— I'm too buck, I'm too strapped up
I'm too buck, I'm too strapped up
I— I'm too buck, I'm too strapped up
[Chorus]
Blow your brains out wit' a fuckin' forty-five, bitch
Forty-five, bitch, fuckin'—
Doomshop, mothafucka
Blow your brains out wit' a fuckin' forty-five, bitch
Forty-five, bitch, fuckin' forty-five, bitch

Blow your brains out wit' a fuckin' forty-five, bitch
Forty-five, bitch, fuckin'—
Doomshop, mothafucka
Blow your brains out wit' a fuckin' forty-five, bitch
Forty-five, bitch, fuckin' forty-five, bitch