History - Fredo Santana

It’s all about the Glory man, these bitches ain’t shit to me

Pull off in a rari man, I left my top history

Nigga run up on me I’ma leave his ass history

His mama lookin' for him, Man i made left his ass history

I keep it too hood, I’m what you fuck nigga’s pretend to be

Sit down class, pay attention, this is history

Young livin' legend, Man I’m givin' out history

In my pocket, dead folks, Nuttin but history

I keep it too hood, I’m what you fuck niggas pretend to be

I don’t need new no friends, Just give me all enemies

Never trust a thot, man you know how these bitches be

Maybe fuck her once or twice but never three

Too weeks, no sleep, trappin hard, tryna move a couple keys

You should wana get tough with me

Put some money on ur head, all it cost me was a couple G’s

Only hang with gang bang killa’s and a couple thieves

Smokin OG, poppin pills, sippin lean like it’s tea

Told my niggas kill that nigga when they see him bring him to me

Watch what you say when you talkin'

When you talkin' to me

Ain’t no rat ass nigga but i be chasin cheese

Stunt so hard, make these pussy niggas sick of me

Bad bitches, Sicily, my plug come from Italy

I be where them killas be, I send em killas where you sleep

Put rollie on my wrist and that bitch cost me twenty G’s

Hours in my pocket on my neck thats bout 20 keys

Couple shots to the face, you think bout robbin me

I don’t smoke no other weed, all I smoke is OG, I come from oh six one

Bitch that is front street, pass came from my gun and watch that nigga dump

heat,

Pass came from my gun and watch him knock his target off

All these niggas say they bout that life, shit knock it off

Got yo bitch ridin, trappin, shown her how to top a boss