[Intro]

(Young Magic on the beat)

Yo Its Fredo, shout my nigga Blade Brown, HRB, Pattern Gang, BXB

Free all my little homies man, free all my big bros too

Oi Blade come and show dem how we livin' bro

[Verse 1: Fredo]

While you was doing Netflix and chill, I was doing Z flips and deals

I top my Lyca up by 20 quid, I'm 22 I'm selling bricks, my hoody cost me seven-fifth

These bits don't work out I'm gonna pebble it

My bitch she in a red dress, she looking devilish

My face is hot, but my neck be cooler than a beverage

I was sixteen, filling stash box with seven quid

Them bankrolls, my young boy on the back road for the cash flow

I've never introduced my dear mother to a bad hoe, that's my queen

In my teens, it was nuttin' but fiends

Now I'm shopping in Balmain, it's nuttin' but jeans

And in the jailhouse I'm keeping up nuttin' but greaze

And every time I come home, gyal get on nuttin' but knees

'Cause she's a hooker bitch, I'm in my kitchen cooking shit

Her ass is so fat, bet my life you gotta look at it

[Chorus: Fredo]

This is Fredo and I'm fucking round with Blade B

You see the diamonds round my neck you see it's AP

We're pulling up in foreign cars these ain't no A3's

I'm giving little nigga's pictures, they don't say cheese

And Blade's a real OG, he don't say please

These are cookies we ain't smoking on the same tree's

Suttin' ain't right if you ain't with the same G's

And if a pussy get shot, please don't say me

[Verse 2: Blade Brown]

It's BXB, Pattern Gang, One Call, Package Land

Everybody in my team got AP, that's Hatton gang

Sideman keep chatting man, don't take man for no rapper fam

One page to that young boy and that (brap brap) will just flatten man

It's like the industry wan be friends

I swear to god I can't pretend

I'm really from the deep end

Where my niggas just beat skengs and they move packs to the weekend

Niggas wan' watch my ting but I swear to god I don't pree dem

Outcome is the in-ting, niggas rapping like they're kingpin

Only got one dead line and that dead line don't ring ring (Haha)

Yeah I talk that plug talk 'cause I'm plugged up and I'm linked in (Yeah)

Never seen and I rinse him, bare food we gotta rinse it

Everybody just sound the same, everybody just sound the same

If I bang my hammer, you bang your hammer, man I swear to god it won't sound the same (Man I swear to god it won't sound the same)

Man this rap tings going down the drain

If them boys run in the trap, yeah, everything's going down the drain

[Chorus: Fredo]

This is Fredo and I'm fuckin' round with Blade B

You see the diamonds round my neck you see it's AP

We're pulling up in foreign cars these ain't no A3's

I'm giving little nigga's pictures they don't say cheese

And Blade's a real OG, he don't say please

These are cookies we ain't smoking on the same tree's

Suttin' ain't if you ain't with the same G's

And if a pussy get shot, please don't say me