Fredo Santana Coming Up

[Hook:]

Comin’ up, I had roaches mouse in my crib

Swear to God, I ain’t neva had shit

Man, I came up from the bottom

Came up from the bottom

Came up from the bottom

Man, I came up from the bottom

Hundreds in my right, hundreds in my left

Try to rob me, I swear to God you get left

Cause I came up from the bottom

Came up from the bottom

Came up from the bottom

Man, I came up from the bottom

[Verse 1:]

Drinkin’ lean out the bottle, cause today I’m feelin’ great

Got this 30 on me, don’t make me put it in yo face

Cause I came up from the bottom, you kill for em dollas

Put it on my momma, man, I swear I’m chasing gwala

R.I.P. to my homies, lot of niggas be phoney

Hopin I fall off, I tell ’em wait on it

Cause I came up from the bottom, sellin’ dope in the projects

Juggin’ and finnessin’, doin whateva get profit

Savage squad my squad, we go to war with the country

I’m so cool with this cool on my mac

I swear to God it get ugly

All my bitches they love me, all yo bitches dusty

I came up from the bottom, I swear I neva had nuttin’

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]

Hundreds bitches on my dick, 30k up on my wrist

Came up from the bottom, I ain’t neva had shit

Can’t forget first time when I learned how to whip

Seen that shit, ain’t been right since

Came up from the bottom, yo ass a get slaughtered

If it get serious, kidnap yo mamma and daughter

Shootin’.30s at yo apartment, catch you lackin’ at yo garbage

These niggas ain’t with the shiz, I swear to God they apostles

Flexin’ on these bitches, you can ask yo baby momma

Went from eatin noodles baloney, now I’m eatin steak and lobster

Lot of niggas snitchin’, man they talkin’ to the coppers

Ever since a yung nigga been runnin’ afta dollas

[Hook]

Fredo Santana Energy

I get money in every season, these niggas hate for no reason

I don’t fuck with a lot of niggas, I don’t be liking their energy

Niggas say that they your friend but really they your frienemy

Wanna crush you any second they get, really they your enemy

Might fuck around and pull up with a hundred clips

Fuck you and your fuck your clique, I be on that other shit

Fuck you and your fuck your clique, I be on that other shit

Fuck you and your fuck your clique, I be on that other shit

Niggas want to go to war, what they must be ludicrous

Pull up on a nigga block, get up on my stupid shit

Pull up to a nigga crib, whack him in his fucking house

I will send my shooters at your house, ’cause they say they need it out

I will whack a nigga in broad day, nigga I ain’t new to this

Kidnap my old plug, ’cause he shorted me on a brick

Niggas say I’m going to hell but really I don’t give a shit

I’ll smack the hell up out the devil and trap out all in his shit

Say you’re super gangster, damn pull up on a kid

We don’t do no leg shots, niggas we stretching shit

Say you’re super gangster, damn pull up on a kid

We don’t do no leg shots, niggas we stretching shit

I get money in every season, these niggas hate for no reason

I don’t fuck with a lot of niggas, I don’t be liking their energy

Niggas say that they your friend but really they your frienemy

Wanna crush you any second they get, really they your enemy

Might fuck around and pull up with a hundred clips

Fuck you and your fuck your clique, I be on that other shit

Fuck you and your fuck your clique, I be on that other shit

Fuck you and your fuck your clique, I be on that other shit

Fredo Santana Mafia Talk

Say she want pills Imma feed it to her

Bout to see her friends let’s keep it going

She say I’m that nigga I ‘ready knew it

Pistol on my waist yeah you see it showin

Savage squad nigga but I stay pimpin,(The Red Ops stay put)

Hit the bar with that bitch cause she ain’t enjoying it

Cause them thousands on your head I paid for it

Real life boss nigga I, I really ain’t gotta say much

Disrespect me one time I swear to god you gettin touched

Real niggas that will kill for me I ain’t really got to do much

Real street nigga came from the bottom I ain’t really got to prove nothing

I dare a nigga try to play me I turn up like I ain’t gotta lose nothin

I dare a nigga try to play me, put his ass on the news or something

All my niggas getting cheddar guap like this ain’t really nothing new to us

We don’t fuck with you fuck niggas cause all you niggas so fools to us

Hate fucking on one bitch like damn I need me like two of them

Plate in front of me a hundred bricks like damn what Imma going to do with that

Take a mister to the trap why fuck with them get right through with them

These rap niggas be super clown that’s why I don’t even fool with them!

Where you from in your own hood they don’t even respect you

You’s a goofy ass nigga You’s a clown ass nigga in the streets ain’t did nothing special

I’m a real street nigga I’m a real trap nigga started selling crack when I was eleven

Run off with the work I ain’t gotta run off my plug can’t give me extra

Extra guap extra cheese everything come in extra

Extra guns extra weed nigga I got them weapons

Run up on Fredo then you leave up in a stretcher

have my Mexicans chop your hands off just to show your ass a lesson

Real trap niggas I can show you how the move work

Real street nigga I can show you how that two work

Real trap nigga nigga better do your homework

Real street nigga go and do your research

Say she want pills Imma feed it to her

Bout to see her friends let’s keep it going

She say I’m that nigga I ‘ready knew it

Pistol on my waist yeah you see it showin

Savage squad nigga but I stay pimpin,(The Red Ops stay put)

Savage squad nigha but I stay pimpin,(The Res Ops stay put)

Fredo Santana Always

[Hook: Fredo Santana]

Always do a bitch wrong that’s always

Fuck her, kick her out man that’s always

All this money on me, bitch that’s always

Pull up in that foreign, bitch that’s always

Always… Always…

Gotta get this money, man that’s always

Trappin’, stretchin’ work, bitch that’s always

Flexin’ on these goofies, bitch that’s always

[Verse 1: Fredo Santana]

Coolin’ in the trap, gettin’ high off that gunsmoke

Niggas sneak diss and I’m a show ’em what my gun fo’

Lot a rappers actin’ [?] See me fo’

But I be gettin’ money and I don’t need to see you folk

Yo’ bitch text me, I don’t know why you with her tho

She suck my dick in the morning and ate me like some Cheerio

Turn that bitch around and beat it like my stereo

I be movin’ work my plug come from Mexico

I remember sellin’ coke, posted by the liquor sto’

Work for niggas, I ain’t sellin’ packs no mo’

Now I pull up to the trap, big bags like I’m Santa Clause

Now they like Fredo damn what the Phantom cost

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Lil Herb]

I be high off zips. Sippin pints, drinkin’ codeine always

Pour 6 off in my Sprite I been leanin’ all day

Woke up tryna fuck yo’ bitch cause I know she call late

Always make her suck this dick until her jaws ache

Hit the trap already got fiends waitin’ in the hallway

Tryna rob 4-4 hawk ’em down nigga that’s a dog chase

Bulldog only hold 6 shots, but he got red beam for a nigga

Fredo in the cut with the 30 he gon’ give everythin to a nigga

Let the choppa sing to a nigga

Mask up cause I know my name ring to them niggas

No Limit that’s the team, them my niggas

Always sippin’ lean countin’ figures

Always got the gat always spendin’ money

Always get it back

My bitch told me I’m always in the trap

She talk always, she always gettin slapped

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Capo]

They like Cap why you spend that money like that, that’s always

I remember 6-17 came out runnin’ ’round pissin’ (in) dem hallways

And if you wanna smoke fuck nigga you can get it the hard way

Gotta ride with my Glock

Gotta give a nigga shots

If I see dem opps that’s always

And shoutout to Zaytoven

Ain’t get my earrings yet

Or my watch, but til then my neck frozen

Aye look bitch, I’m holdin’

Where you get that bag from, shit look fake

Yo lil dirty ass stole it

And Yo boyfriend ain’t no friend of mine

Can’t smoke weed with him and his homies

No his ass ain’t no kin of mine

Top from your bitch that’s always

Somebody poppin’ out the club

This Doowop with a mop and he spark in broad day

[Hook]

Fredo Santana Glory Shit

[King Louie:]

GBE

MUBU Gang

GBE

MUBU Gang

Everyday I’m fly, I’m on my glory shit

L-V double G, I’m on my glory shit

No top on the Porsche, I’m on my foreign shit

Amen to the man for this glory shit

[x2]

I should be a pastor, I’m so glorious

Dirty soda gone, pour another six

Foreign thots and drops, my life is glamorous

50 for a smile, stupid bands lil bitch

I know my money coming cause my hand it itch

MUBU Gang, GBE, God damn we rich

They love me and crew, next candidate

Steady getting money and we spend it quick

Bands on top of bands

Shawty do the team, only got one chance

I’ma blow it all cause I got more bands

Gotta do us all, bitch I got mo’ friends

Niggas be broke, ain’t got no ends

Shawty give me head for a new sew in

Car full of musk cu’ I’m smoking

Gotta say grace cuz’ I’m eating

Everyday I’m fly, I’m on my glory shit

L-V double G, I’m on my glory shit

No top on the Porsche, I’m on my foreign shit

Amen to the man for this glory shit

[x2]

[Fredo Santana:]

Broke niggas keep hating

Get money my occupation

GBE what I’m claiming

That .30 what I’m aiming

Get off my dick, I’m famous

Tell every bitch I made it

That money shit, yeah I got it

Them bands stay in my pocket

Get money like I supposed to

Jealous niggas all emotional

Big gun it don’t fit me

This money too loud I don’t hear you

Trues hanging off my ass

I don’t look at tags

I see it, I want it, I buy it

Fuck with me it’s toe tags

I-I-I-I-I love getting cash

Your bitch, she love my swag

Your bitch, she love my swag

Niggas broke they mad

It ain’t my faulty you broke

I love smoking dope

Foreign bitch gimme throat

[King Louie:]

Everyday I’m fly, I’m on my glory shit

L-V double G, I’m on my glory shit

No top on the Porsche, I’m on my foreign shit

Amen to the man for this glory shit

[x2]