Waddam

[Hook:Fredo Santana] I'm smoking on the gas, so stinky like waddam My neck and my wrist all froze like waddam Pockets all swollen, they looking like waddam Pull up to the scene, all the bitches like waddam Waddam, waddam, waddam, waddam Pull up on the scene, all the bitches like waddam Waddam, waddam [Verse 1: Lil Reese] Pull up on the scene, all the bitches like waddam You that nigga from the lam, you get down I heard about your service, don't fuck with clowns And if a nigga think us, we get blam Them 300 boys don't fuck around We be on up that block, we chop you down Serve them fiends anything now Anything go for cheap now It's a drought but it ain't sweet now Don't try to play us, you get manned down [Hook] [Verse 2: Fredo Santana] Out of town trips, got me feeling like the man Ten bands in my pants just cause I can No feeding these bitches money, man, I just give 'em grams Just robbed my plug for a brick and spent it on a chain Got niggas talkin' drugs but they ain't sold a thing I still keep it on me, man, it ain't shit changed These bitches ain't shit, they just wanna be saved These bitches ain't shit, they just wanna be saved In the trap, servin' junkies, steady countin' hundreds I break the work down then I give it to my cousin First of the month, man, you know my trap jumping If you ain't got no work, man, you better sell something [Hook]