Freak

[Intro]
Yo, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, what happened?
Welcome to a world where, uh
(just tell me what happened, damn)
Women rule everything, men are wrong about everything
(That bitch lyin)
This is uh, the story [?]
The story is that
And this is where we at

[Verse 1]
Uh
Now baby mother, undercover
How you do that shit?
Now I respect it
But she crazy with the super head
I took her to the movies
'fore I took her to the bed
My momma raised a gentleman
And poppa really raised a man
I'm cruising down the I-10
And this is new for me
And if I started freaking out
What you gon' do for me?
My trust is low, and girl
I know that you a super freak
My homies said to watch you
I know I can take a little heat

[Chorus]
Break
Break
Break
Break
Break
All my niggas telling me to take a
Break
Break
Break
Why, girl?
Cause you ain't good for me, uh

[Verse 2]
She call my phone, just screaming
"How that really going on?!"
I try to calm her down, I ask her
"Yo, what's going on?"
She said her friend just called her
Told her [?]
She said she seen me with the shorty
That moved down the street
I started panicking
The sweat is rolling down my temple
Because if she find I've been creepin'
Nigga, that's my mental
And don't mess with a brown-skin
That's the wrong thing to do
That's the wrong thing to do
I got no, I got no time for this
I gotta get the loot
On apartment, half and half
With the mothafuckin' moves
And the jig is up
I guess it's time for me to go and move
To the left, to left
She follow what Beyonce do, nigga

[Bridge]
Yeah, I'm Charlie Brown, nigga
I'm Charlie Brown, nigga
Yeah, I'm Charlie Brown, nigga
I'm Charlie Brown, nigga
Yeah, I'm Charlie Brown, nigga

[Chorus] [2x]
Break
Break
Break
Break
Break
All my niggas telling me to take a
Break
Break
Break
Why, girl?
Cause you ain't good for me, uh


[Beat Switch]

Stop slurring, lil nigga
Stop slurring, lil nigga
Stop slurring, lil nigga

[Verse 3]
Uh
Beat switch, hit a lick on your mind (on your mind)
4:20 bruv, it's time to get high, uh (uh)
And don't hit me, I ain't really got time (no sir)
In New York, in LA, hit your bitch in the spine (in the spine)
Bought a jet, I go super fucking high, uh
And please don't test me, I don't wanna take your life bro
Police is on the way, and these reports say
It was a triple, single, double, quadruple manslaughter, uh
Fuck this shit
On the walk, on the run (on the run)
On the street
Got my fists, no gun (no gun)
This music shit is a job, no fun
In New York, I scream
"Ugly mothafucker, you a [?]!"
Ain't going by the Crips or the Bloods (or the Bloods)
Never back down nigga, just because (uh)
I ain't a bitch, and I never fucking was (no sir)
And the squad is always with me
And we'll fight you just for fun, lil bitch