Fredo Santana Givin Out Smoke

[Hook – Fredo Santana:]

I got thirty shots with me and you don’t want no smoke

And these bitches want to fuck but I only want the throat

All my niggas savages I swear we ain’t no joke

All these bitches on my dick everywhere I fucking go

And these niggas ain’t know shit, man I swear these niggas hoes

And for these niggas acting tough man, I’m giving out smoke

Giving out smoke, I’m giving out smoke [x2]

[Verse 1 – Fredo Santana:]

I can’t see you lil niggas ’cause the money in the way

You ain’t get no money, boy you know you in the way

And I’m getting so much cake, every day my birthday

“Fredo you that nigga, ” that’s what them bad bitches say

Turn up on a fuck nigga, fuck yo squad it’s just me an my niggas

I see I got a problem, pass my shooters my pistols [x2]

Got some brand new toys trying to see if they work

Called up Mac he put a nigga on a shirt

[Hook]

[Verse 2 – Gino Marley:]

I’m giving out smoke

Money over all got me buying by the boat

In love with the game learned the hustle from my folks

No love for a bitch but I could use your throat

[?]

New spots got me giving out dope

Got shooters all around and we giving out smoke

Money counters count the cash, naked bitches bag the dope

They say the money come with problems

But my problems come with smoke

[Hook]

Fredo Santana Freddy Kruger

[Hook:]

Ice on my neck, scary freddy kruger

Pull out the ruger pow, freddy kruger

Snappin nigga in his dreams, freddy kruger

Black maybach, call it freddy kruger

Freddy kruger, freddy kruger

Ice on my neck, scary freddy kruger

Freddy kruger, freddy kruger

Black maybach, call it freddy kruger

Fraido, yeah we did peso, living my life 300,

Pour up, freddy kruger, choppa krow, we hold 100

If you walk around with that set my niggas they gonn want it

Fuck niggas in the hood, they be snatching that pack and runnin

Hit em in the stomach, don’t say nothing,

When you in the trap man it’s always something

Choppa start deathin, better start runnin

Ain’t none to hit em, ain’t non but some money

Wanna be a boss, better earn your stripes

If you scared go to bed at night

My niggas ain’t scared to loose wipes

I put em on your head like lights

[Hook:]

Ice on my neck, scary freddy kruger

Pull out the ruger pow, freddy kruger

Snappin nigga in his dreams, freddy kruger

Black maybach, call it freddy kruger

Freddy kruger, freddy kruger

Ice on my neck, scary freddy kruger

Freddy kruger, freddy kruger

Black maybach, call it freddy kruger

Pop about the cut, it’s fredo fucking kruger

Pop about the cut with that motherfucking ruger

Bitch I’m a shooter, I don’t need no shootin, bang

Nigga you’s a looser, my wrist and neck is cooler

Your bitch she’s a chooser, I swear my life a movie

4 bitches and a Jacuzzi, rolling swishers no doobie

Your bitch she’s a chooser, I swear my life a movie

4 bitches and a Jacuzzi, rolling swishers no doobie

Let’s get it!

[Hook:]

Ice on my neck, scary freddy kruger

Pull out the ruger pow, freddy kruger

Snappin nigga in his dreams, freddy kruger

Black maybach, call it freddy kruger

Freddy kruger, freddy kruger

Ice on my neck, scary freddy kruger

Freddy kruger, freddy kruger

Black maybach, call it freddy kruger

Black man black real scary,

Tekin my key, back to…

Bitch I break em… real scary like Freddie

Pockets on key alferdo

Put a hunned bands on…

You ain’t taking peso then it’s not for me though…

[Hook:]

Ice on my neck, scary freddy kruger

Pull out the ruger pow, freddy kruger

Snappin nigga in his dreams, freddy kruger

Black maybach, call it freddy kruger

Freddy kruger, freddy kruger

Ice on my neck, scary freddy kruger

Freddy kruger, freddy kruger

Black maybach, call it freddy kruger.

Fredo Santana Nervous

Life I live make ya nervous (make ya nervous)

I say this life I live will make ya nervous (make ya nervous)

Young trap nigga still servin (still servin)

You’s a pussy ass nigga and you know it (and you know it nigga)

Let that gun in ya hand ain’t gon blow shit (ain’t gon blow shit)

Check my resume I never told shit (never told shit)

Call yourself a trapper you ain’t sold shit

Wanna hold some money nigga hold this

Savage Squad Records I’m on my own dick (Squad Shit)

When I’m fresh I need to peak the whole film (You see me man)

Flexin’ with your new girl that’s my old bitch (old news)

Let’s get rich or some (Ay)

Cops on bricks or some

Got your girl in the back sucking dick for fun (uhh)

Keep that Tommy close

Know I keep a gun (whaa?)

Ain’t shit sweet

I am not the one

I’m gloed up my pole up

Racks on me I roll up

For Big Glo I torch you up

Drink on me I pour it up

I’m leanin’ I’m leanin

Fuck you bitch my team lit

Heard a nigga got killed

No I ain’t seen shit

Life I live make ya nervous (make ya nervous)

I say this life I live will make ya nervous (make ya nervous)

Young trap nigga still servin (still servin)

You’s a pussy ass nigga and you know it (and you know it nigga)

Let that gun in ya hand ain’t gon blow shit (ain’t gon blow shit)

Check my resume I never told shit (never told shit)

Call yourself a trapper you ain’t sold shit

I’m a front street general, front street sargeant

Talk to me with respect bitch

Talk to me with caution

Point me to the booth or trap shit

Imma eat regardless

Pull up on front street (damn you ass done lost it)

Got that 50 rounds on my neck or some (45)

Got 100 rounds put it on my stick or some (AK)

Guns never rosty fuck you think I’m in it for?

Get your ass whacked pull up on my strip or some

In Cali on jet skis wish a nigga test me

Sippin’ lean and smoking weed

Know I got that Tec with me

I’m ballin I’m ballin

But I don’t shoot no free throws

Heard a nigga want beef

Know I’m giving free smoke

Life I live make ya nervous (make ya nervous)

I say this life I live will make ya nervous (make ya nervous)

Young trap nigga still servin (still servin)

You’s a pussy ass nigga and you know it (and you know it nigga)

Let that gun in ya hand ain’t gon blow shit (ain’t gon blow shit)

Check my resume I never told shit (never told shit)

Call yourself a trapper you ain’t sold shit

Fredo Santana CBG

I came a long way, from fightin in the day

CEO that be my name, grab that chopper let it bang

Got goons in the cut, and you know they don’t play

Choppin off your legs and feed ’em to your head, to your brain

CBG that be the gang, the Savage Squad what I bang

Talkin down on the gang, then you wan’ lay ’round here

Pussy nigga give it up, ‘fore I let the .30 bust

Skeet, skeet, bang, bang, grab the chopper let it nut

I’m comin through the back, but the goons pullin’ up

Got shooters on go, and they poppin out the cut

Ma all I do is win, I ain’t never givin up

Runnin’ to the fuckin paper, my nigga really tired as fuck

I’m stuntin on you niggas, cause you niggas fake as fuck

I came from the trenches now I’m gettin big bucks

The hoes ain’t want me, now they want me cause I’m up

Word, everybody worried CEO is fucked up

I came a long way, It’s time to get payed

Fredo Santana La Familia

[Intro:]

No new, no new

No new niggas in my ass, we don’t fuck with strangers!

Ello bring that shit to fuck back, man!

DJ Victoria!

We don’t fuck with no new niggas!

[Hook:]

No new niggas in my ass, we don’t fuck with strangers

Pull them pistols out and just get the aiming!

My lil niggas dangerous, found out on probation

But still toasting em bangers, we leave, we’re brainless

Cause we love gang banging, you niggas is basic

My time, don’t waste it!

Their money, I’m chasing!

I’m counting new faces, in love with Ben Franklins

No patience, no waiting, I’m chasing that paper!

[Verse 1:]

I’m counting them faces, I’m shooting that faces

Capture us overseas, I don’t do the same places

Switch up the location, while the guys are on payments

No, I am not on papers, ball on, just handle cables!

Free cables, we do cables

No ball out, don’t do favors

I smoke go Bobby facing

Getting so loud I can taste it!

They ain’t real, they’re faking

300, we’re the mayors old block affiliated

Ye all these niggas hating

[Hook:]

No new niggas in my ass, we don’t fuck with strangers

Pull them pistols out and just get the aiming!

My lil niggas dangerous, found out on probation

But still toasting em bangers, we leave, we’re brainless

Cause we love gang banging, you niggas is basic

My time, don’t waste it!

Their money, I’m chasing!

I’m counting new faces, in love with Ben Franklins

No patience, no waiting, I’m chasing that paper!

[Verse 2:]

I’m chasing that paper!, you got it, I take it!

On the block with the gals, my trap going so crazy

These niggas my sons, I call them my babies

Tec 9s, 3 80s, 22, I let you taste it

Lil boss my favorite!

I love fucking their faces

I do it so major

What? I’m counting that paper!

My finger is aching, I’m counting that paper!

I’m balling like the paces, these niggas is bitches

I tell them to their faces!

[Hook:]

No new niggas in my ass, we don’t fuck with strangers

Pull them pistols out and just get the aiming!

My lil niggas dangerous, found out on probation

But still toasting em bangers, we leave, we’re brainless

Cause we love gang banging, you niggas is basic

My time, don’t waste it!

Their money, I’m chasing!

I’m counting new faces, in love with Ben Franklins

No patience, no waiting, I’m chasing that paper!

[Verse 3:]

That money, I chase it

Impatient, no waiting

I dump to their faces

No masses, got faces

I drag car like speed racer,

Fuck bitches that be famous

We cash my ocupation

I spend it and save it

My pen’s just full of Franklins

Bad bitches none of them basic

Money toss all, I’m thinking

Drown round in that Lincoln

Sip lean so I’ve been drinking

That molly got her spacing

My foreign plug Jamaican

I chase it, no waiting!

[Hook:]

No new niggas in my ass, we don’t fuck with strangers

Pull them pistols out and just get the aiming!

My lil niggas dangerous, found out on probation

But still toasting em bangers, we leave, we’re brainless

Cause we love gang banging, you niggas is basic

My time, don’t waste it!

Their money, I’m chasing!

I’m counting new faces, in love with Ben Franklins

No patience, no waiting, I’m chasing that paper!

Fredo Santana Easy

[Intro – Fredo Santana:]

Make this shit look easy

Believe me

Stunting on these hoes for no reason

No reason

[Hook – Fredo Santana:]

Ball hard, I make this shit look easy (swish!)

All my bitches bad and conceited (bad hoes)

Stunting on these niggas for no reason (fuck em)

Don’t make me grab my 30, get to squeezing (bang bang bang)

Tell these hoes lies they believe me

Kick that bitch to the curb like she was cheating

I did shit for no reason

Fuck that bitch cause I ain’t really need her

[Verse 1 – Fredo Santana:]

Heard you got my old bitch, you can keep it

Cause on some real shit I ain’t need it

On the phone with money, million dollar meeting

All this money coming down, this shit is feeding

Young nigga hot like a fever

Bitches see me, they having seizures

In the Chi-town, smoking all this Keisha

Nigga run up in here, he gon’ see Jesus

[Hook – Fredo Santana:]

Ball hard, I make this shit look easy (swish!)

All my bitches bad and conceited (bad hoes)

Stunting on these niggas for no reason (fuck em)

Don’t make me grab my 30, get to squeezing (bang bang bang)

Tell these hoes lies they believe me

Kick that bitch to the curb like she was cheating

I did shit for no reason

Fuck that bitch cause I ain’t really need her

[Verse 2 – Gino Marley:]

That’s for no reason really

I fucked that, passed that to my blood but she misleading really

I told that bitch to slow it down, this pack’ll get you 50

I broke a bowl in Granny’s crib, for that she’ll probably kill me

Juug, finesse, the molly business

I told a hundred that the molly man a lousy witness

I sold a hundred packs of molly man, a walking chemist

Walking trap, walk up in this bitch look like a walking business

A walking bank, you try to rob the molly turn to a walking glizzy

[Hook – Fredo Santana:]

Ball hard, I make this shit look easy (swish!)

All my bitches bad and conceited (bad hoes)

Stunting on these niggas for no reason (fuck em)

Don’t make me grab my 30, get to squeezing (bang bang bang)

Tell these hoes lies they believe me

Kick that bitch to the curb like she was cheating

I did shit for no reason

Fuck that bitch cause I ain’t really need her

Fredo Santana Kill U On Camera

I’m a Frontstreet savage, all my niggas super grimy

Run off with that work don’t make me come and find you

Ooh, don’t make me kill you on camera

Ooh, don’t make me kill you on camera

Get too close then I might just shoot you

You ain’t a street nigga you a mothafuckin goofy

Should I come outside with my 40 or my uzi

Should I come outside with that 40 or the ak

I don’t need no mask I’ll do this shit bareface

Keep some shooters in the hallway, by the staircase

It ain’t gotta be dark kill him up in broad day

Kick a nigga door kill his ass in his own place

Savage Squad bitch we some mothafuckin terrorists

Savage Squad bitch most wanted in America

I stay on the road, like I drive for Uber

You can’t hang with me, cause you ain’t a shooter

Do I got my tec and do rip gone shoot you

Watch his brain hit the floor and we gone keep it moving

Reins lead this snow shit we gone keep it moving

Reins lead this snow shit we gone keep on shooting

I’m a Frontstreet savage, all my niggas super grimy

Run off with that work don’t make me come and find you

Ooh, don’t make me kill you on camera

Ooh, don’t make me kill you on camera

Frontstreet savage, all my niggas super grimy

Run off with that work don’t make me come and find you

Ooh, don’t make me kill you on camera

Ooh, don’t make me kill you on camera

Don’t make me kill you on camera

Ooh, don’t make me kill you on camera

Don’t make me kill you on camera

Ooh, don’t make me kill you on camera

Wake up in the morning I’m like where my drugs

Wake up in the morning I’m like where my gun

When I cop some work I’m tryna double up

When I cop some work I’m tryna double up

If your bitch want me to fuck I only want the tongue

Everywhere I go you know I got a gun

If a nigga tweak Ima shoot it up

All my fuckin Glocks come with big ass drums

We gone fight the case if we gotta run

Bitch I jumped off the porch since I was fuckin young

I was only 10 when I was selling drugs

Been up in the streets, ain’t did what I had done

I’m a Frontstreet savage, all my niggas super grimy

Run off with that work don’t make me come and find you

Ooh, don’t make me kill you on camera

Ooh, don’t make me kill you on camera

Frontstreet savage, all my niggas super grimy

Run off with that work don’t make me come and find you

Ooh, don’t make me kill you on camera

Ooh, don’t make me kill you on camera

Don’t make me kill you on camera

Ooh, don’t make me kill you on camera

Don’t make me kill you on camera

Ooh, don’t make me kill you on camera

Fredo Santana Fuck You Up

[Hook: Fredo Santana]

Turn up on a fuck nigga, we don’t give no fuck

We got thirties in the cut, we’ll fuck you up

Turn up on a fuck nigga, we don’t give no fuck

We got thirties in the cut, we’ll fuck you up

We’ll fuck you up, we’ll fuck you up

We got thirties in the cut, we’ll fuck you up

We got thirties in the cut, we’ll fuck you up

We got thirties in the cut, we’ll fuck you up

[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]

Thirties in the cut, Fredo in the cut

Pull up to the club, shooting shit up

Pull up in that Porsche, knock the roof off

Red beam on his nose, call him Rudolph

Bitch it’s big Soulja, yeah big Soulja

I done took over, pull up in the white Rover

Same color coke, whipping with the soda (cash)

Lil Dre, and Fredo bitch we taking over

S.O.D. bitch, G.B.E. bitch

Fresh as fuck, riding through these streets bitch

If a nigga talk, he better know I’m packing

Ready for that action, kill that nigga off in traffic

We’ll fuck you up, this is not a game

Hit a lick, pop another chain

I had to stack twenty racks on my fucking chain

Fredo, Tadoe, Soulja, all these bitches know our name

[Hook: Fredo Santana]

Turn up on a fuck nigga, we don’t give no fuck

We got thirties in the cut, we’ll fuck you up

Turn up on a fuck nigga, we don’t give no fuck

We got thirties in the cut, we’ll fuck you up

We’ll fuck you up, we’ll fuck you up

We got thirties in the cut, we’ll fuck you up

We got thirties in the cut, we’ll fuck you up

We got thirties in the cut, we’ll fuck you up

[Verse 2: Tadoe]

Pull up to the club with them thirties tucked

Acting real tough, we’ll shoot you up

We don’t give a fuck, we go nuts

Been up in the field, no amateurs

Acting all hard, we blam at ya’

Got the thirty on me, no lacking bruh

Catch you in the field, it’s a drill

Rolling of a pill, this shit is real

Rolling off the molly, while in the party

Rolled off in a ‘Rari, shoot up the party

Now your man’s dead, well bitch I’m sorry

Bitch I’m from Chiraq, we go the hardest

You know how I rock, bitch don’t get popped

Rolling off the molly, I smoke on top

Bitch I love to flex, we want them checks

Shoot you with this TEC, right in your neck

[Hook: Fredo Santana]

Turn up on a fuck nigga, we don’t give no fuck

We got thirties in the cut, we’ll fuck you up

Turn up on a fuck nigga, we don’t give no fuck

We got thirties in the cut, we’ll fuck you up

We’ll fuck you up, we’ll fuck you up

We got thirties in the cut, we’ll fuck you up

We got thirties in the cut, we’ll fuck you up

We got thirties in the cut, we’ll fuck you up

Fredo Santana Like Whoa

[Hook:]

Man I smoke a lot of O’s

Sip lean and I fuck a lot of hoes

Got a big ass gun

And that bitch gone’ blow like woah

Like woah woah woah woah woah

Let a nigga try to act like he strong

And he gone’ take a couple to the dome

Like woah woah woah woah woah

[Verse:]

Damn my money so long

Big bankrolls, can’t fold

Shoot a nigga think he strong

I’m a’ show him why my gun so long

Big boss Fredo I’m flexed up finessed up

She just on me cause’ she heard I was next up

But tell your baby daddy catch up

Yeah I might text you but you ain’t that special

I remember selling cocaine out my backdoor

Now I pull up in that Porsche with no backdoors

Couple bad bitches rolling swishers rolling backwoods

Pouring lean I’m a no good dirty bastard

[Hook]

Fredo Santana Bad Habits

[Hook – Que & Fredo:]

I got bad habits

Last month I blew a quarter, I got bad habits

Pourin’ lean up like it’s water, I got bad habits

All I hang around is killas, I got bad habits

All I wanna fuck is strippers

I got young nigga habits, young nigga habits. [x4]

[Verse 1 – Fredo Santana:]

I got young nigga habit, young nigga habit, A-R 15

Couple bricks up in my mattress, I got young nigga habit, young nigga habit

Steady pourin’ lean and i keep my automatic

I’m just a young livin savage, you can ask my nigga reese

Ridin in traffic, tryna do an op [?]

Police snatch me up, man, I ain’t doin’ no speakin’

[?] , boy I swear them niggas beezy

In the kitchen whippin’ dope, i’m just smokin’ on some keisha

Tote my pistol anywhere like that motherfucka legal, say you with the shit, but you talkin’

To the people. (foe don’t wanna say he did and I ain’t serve you either.)

[Hook]

[Verse 2 – Lil Reese:]

I got bad habits, smokin’ kush, yeah, I got bad habits

If a nigga think he sweet, then he gotta habit

Getting fresh everyday, yeah, I got bad habits

On the block everyday, yeah, I got bad habits

Still with the same niggas, that’s a bad habit

Still run the same blocks, that’s a bad habit

Or you can catch me out in traffic, got the automatic

Don’t run up on this car right here, man, it could get tragic

We out, All Night, 4 A.M. shit, we be slammed

My niggas, them my niggas, so you know, they bound to ride

Yo’ niggas, them yo niggas, but them niggas, ain’t gon’ ride,

say when it’s war time most of them be bound to hide

[Hook]

Holiday season, aye