[Intro: Fredo Santana]
Ballout, roll that dope up, man
Hey, Jessie, man, pass me the mollies, man
Turn up, man
Fuck wrong with these fuck n***as, man?

[Chorus: Fredo Santana]
See, Fredo be that n***a, just to let you n***as know (Fredo)
Fuck these bitches, fuck these hoes
See, my money come first (what)
Have my youngins kick a door (3hunna, 3hunna)
Lay you on the floor (grah)
For that bag, for that money
You ain't got it, gotta go (we need dat)
See, that kush is what I smoke
You want beef? You get smoked (bang)
See, your bitch she a slut
She just suck and hit the door (I only want top man)
I'm that n***a, thought you know (what)
You ain't know then now you know (that n***a)
If it's that, we up them poles (bang)
If it's that, we up them poles (grah)

[Verse 1: Fredo Santana]
You turnt down, I'm turnt up (turnt up)
Play with me, you getting burnt up (bang)
My whole team got 30's (30's)
Two keys for the forty (40)
Smoking dope got me coughing
You play with me, you in a coffin (bang)
I don't fuck around with no goofy n***as (no)
Them n***as belong in the circus (clowns)
I wish a n***a would put they hands on me (what's gon' happen?)
I bet he won't never see his damn family (what)
'Cause all my n***as, they killas (what)
Savage life I'm living (bang)
I'm out here drug dealing (cocaine)
Just trying to make a living
Big ass crib but I only use the kitchen (skrt)
I don't trust n***as, they snitching (feds)
Tripping over these bitches (hoes)
Bitches loving my pimping (smack em)
Fuck a bitch, get missing
I'm with the shit and you isn't (nah)
So stop all that pretending (grah)
[Chorus: Fredo Santana]
See, Fredo be that n***a, just to let you n***as know (Fredo)
Fuck these bitches, fuck these hoes
See, my money come first (what)
Have my youngins kick a door (3hunna, 3hunna)
Lay you on the floor (grah)
For that bag, for that money
You ain't got it, gotta go (we need dat)
See, that kush is what I smoke
You want beef? You get smoked (bang)
See, your bitch she a slut
She just suck and hit the door (I only want top man)
I'm that n***a, thought you know (what)
You ain't know then now you know (that n***a)
If it's that, we up them poles (bang)
If it's that, we up them poles (grah)

[Verse 2: Ballout]
If it's that, we up them poles (bang)
Forty to his nose (bang)
I got gold, you ain't know
Bitch, I got rolls
Ridin' on Forgiatos (skrt, skrt)
Stunt on them hoes
Been with it from the go (go)
300, all I know (all I know man)
Smoking dope, rolling stank (L's)
Trying to hit a stain
If he got to kick his door (door)
Fredo gon' blow (bang)
What y'all don't know
All us gon' blow
Lotta guns, gun show
I swear these n***as hoes
Out here on the block (block)
Bitches swear we duckin' opps (opps)
Bitch, we is selling rocks
On the block, toting Glocks
So please, don't get shot (bang)
So please, don't get shot (bang)
'Fore we put you in a box
'Fore we put you in a box (grah)
[Chorus: Fredo Santana]
See, Fredo be that n***a, just to let you n***as know (Fredo)
Fuck these bitches, fuck these hoes
See, my money come first (what)
Have my youngins kick a door (3hunna, 3hunna)
Lay you on the floor (grah)
For that bag, for that money
You ain't got it, gotta go (we need dat)
See, that kush is what I smoke
You want beef? You get smoked (bang)
See, your bitch she a slut
She just suck and hit the door (I only want top man)
I'm that n***a, thought you know (what)
You ain't know then now you know (that n***a)
If it's that, we up them poles (bang)
If it's that, we up them poles (grah)