Fredo Bang ft Polo G – Bless His Soul [Nightly JAM]

    [Intro]
    Ain’t that DJ Chose over there?
    Look like DJ Chose
    Hardbody

    [Chorus: Fredo Bang]
    Woadie got a body, he ain’t tell nobody
    He stuck to the code, hope God bless his soul
    Right hand on the Bible, tell the lie straight to the judge
    Just ’cause he ain’t never fold, hope God bless his soul (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
    Ain’t gotta drop a bag, got niggas to do that shit for free (Grr)
    Ain’t gotta spend a band, got niggas to do that shit for me
    Got a house up in the ‘burb, but mama I’m still in these streets (Ooh-ooh)

    [Verse 1: Fredo Bang]
    Know that we be actin’ (Playin’), that AC that I’m packin’ is compact (‘Pact)
    Ask around my city, I work that ratchet (Yeah)
    I’m livin’ what they rappin’, pull it out like Go Go Gadgеt (Boaw)
    I put my savage on even though hе active (Yeah)
    Get a bag and not a casket (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
    I was taught to get it in the old way (Old way)
    I was slingin’ iron up on that tollway (Tollway)
    I been traumatized, I can’t let nobody close, babe
    Snakes in disguise, told me lies with a bold face

    [Refrain: Fredo Bang]
    I salute to the real one time
    Hoppin’ gates, tryna duck one time
    Kept it real, ain’t think of switchin’ one time
    You hit a lick to feed your kids, but that’s fine

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    [Chorus: Fredo Bang]
    Woadie got a body, he ain’t tell nobody
    He stuck to the code, hope God bless his soul
    Right hand on the Bible, tell the lie straight to the judge
    Just ’cause he ain’t never fold, hope God bless his soul (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
    Ain’t gotta drop a bag, got niggas to do that shit for free (Grr)
    Ain’t gotta spend a band, got niggas to do that shit for me
    Got a house up in the ‘burb, but mama I’m still in these streets (Ooh-ooh)

    [Verse 2: Polo G]
    Let off clips when we drill shit, clap his dome
    With some old heads on field trips like chaperones, uh
    These niggas vaginal, my niggas animals
    From the murder capital where catchin’ bodies casual
    Keep these angels guardin’ me, saved us with a harmony
    My daddy saw the star in me when stars seemed too far to reach
    I’m perfectin’ my artistry, grew up on Tha Carter III
    Shoot like we play for varsity, these slugs’ll hit his artery
    He can’t be with gang, we revoked him of his membership
    Out here writin’ statements like he workin’ on his penmanship
    Hellcat just for racin’, fuck around and bought the dealership
    Mama look, I made it and I still got all my killers here

    [Chorus: Fredo Bang]
    Woadie got a body, he ain’t tell nobody
    He stuck to the code, hope God bless his soul
    Right hand on the Bible, tell the lie straight to the judge
    Just ’cause he ain’t never fold, hope God bless his soul (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
    Ain’t gotta drop a bag, got niggas to do that shit for free (Grr)
    Ain’t gotta spend a band, got niggas to do that shit for me
    Got a house up in the ‘burb, but mama I’m still in these streets (Ooh-ooh)

    [Refrain: Fredo Bang]
    Yeah, I salute to the real one time
    Hoppin’ gates, tryna duck one time
    Kept it real, ain’t think of switchin’ one time
    You hit a lick to feed your kids, but that’s fine