Baw Baw - Fredo Bang, Sada Baby

That’s my shooter, I recruited him

Glock-23, got two of them

Cross in his face, that mean two of them (He got body bags)

I drop a bag, watch what he do to him

Chicka-baow-baow, knock your block right off

Chicka-baow-baow, I knock your block right off

Chicka-baow-baow, I knock your block right off

Chicka-baow-baow, I knock the block right off

This shit is bang bang, a blood stain, Amiri gang

Wear 'bout fifty chains, check my ice, might be the name

You can’t hit a stain, may young Skuba hit your mane

We shake shit like tambourines, the chopper clap like round of applause

Bitch, I don’t need no aim, and we gon' knock a nigga off

Say I been through hell and back with my Kel-Tec in this Hellcat

I keep my F&N, that’s my lie detector, I can smell rats

It ain’t no help for him, y’all gon' die together, take a dirt nap

That’s my shooter, I recruited him

Glock-23, got two of them

Cross in his face, that mean two of them (He got body bags)

I drop a bag, watch what he do to him

Chicka-baow-baow, knock your block right off

Chicka-baow-baow, I knock your block right off

Chicka-baow-baow, I knock your block right off

Chicka-baow-baow, I knock the block right off

Yeah, burn him like a stripper, send a nigga to the doctor

Not talkin' 'bout a butcher when I say I got a chopper

All my niggas killers, you can tell by they posture

I’ma spill a nigga’s noodles like I waste a bowl of pasta

Murder make me happy, told my mama not to judge me

Keep a dirty Harry just in case you feeling lucky

Body after body, killin' shit like Ted Bundy

Shoot him in the face, make a pretty boy ugly

That’s my shooter, I recruited him

Glock-23, got two of them

Cross in his face, that mean two of them (He got body bags)

I drop a bag, watch what he do to him

Chicka-baow-baow, knock your block right off

Chicka-baow-baow, I knock your block right off

Chicka-baow-baow, I knock your block right off

Chicka-baow-baow, I knock the block right off

808 Mafia