Fredo Bang – Get Even Lyrics
Get Even By Fredo Bang Ain’t that DJ Chose over there? Oh, looked like DJ Chose Hard body Perc’ and the lean Trapped out, serve it to the fiends Now I can’t stuff it in the jeans Need another ring My young n----- Dracos swings Bustin’ at your sweet sixteen Put it in the air Ice box come me with a glare Know I had to cop it, ’bout a pair Goin’ into bail Bad b----, I don’t wanna share P---- good, and she do head Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I’ma still get him if he breathin’ Spent on a n---- ’round the corner I’m here overachievin’ Posted in the hood, n----, I ain’t never leavin’ The dirt on the burner increasin’ These n----- don’t wanna get even Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I’ma still get him if he breathin’ I got the drop, so I’m schemin’ I’m here overachievin’ Yeah, pull up like the IRS None of these n----- won’t see me These n----- cap through they streamin’ But these n----- don’t wanna get even F--- is you sayin’? (Huh) Got bodies for real This m