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Lately Video (MV)




Performed By: Fredo Bang
Featuring: Seven7Hardaway
Length: 2:38
Written by: Fredrick Givens




Fredo Bang - Lately Lyrics
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[ Featuring Seven7Hardaway ]

Big cutter that I bought for my big brother
That bitch slice a nigga neck just like butter
Pull up on a nigga block burnin' rubber
And you know we dumpin' clips, I did not stutter

.40 Glock, AK's, cutter cut like switchblades
(Spend a bag, spend a bag, spend a bag)
.40 Glock, AK's, cutter cut like switchblades
F*ckin' on his baby mama, I know where his head lay

And lately I been keepin' that pistol off safety
Gotta keep it on me, you know niggas they be hatin'
And lately I been keepin' that pistol off safety
Catch 'em, I'ma stretch 'em, I'ma rock her body, baby

Top of the month, my shooter say he need his rent paid
I teach these niggas how to step like I'm they sensei
He drop a diss, I drop a bag, I get the bill paid
Niggas talk like hoes, I give a f*ck 'bout what a bitch say
Pull up on your block, ah bitch, you know its murder
Lil' one went to jail, they was hidin' like some turtles
Pull up with the chop stick
Bitch, you know I drop shit
Put him in a wheelchair, you would think he bang Crip

.40 Glock, AK's, cutter cut like switchblades
(Spend a bag, spend a bag, spend a bag)
.40 Glock, AK's, cutter cut like switchblades
F*ckin' on his baby mama, I know where his head lay

And lately I been keepin' that pistol off safety
Gotta keep it on me, you know niggas they be hatin'
And lately I been keepin' that pistol off safety
Catch 'em, I'ma stretch 'em, I'ma rock her body, baby

Niggas run they mouth, they showing off, I'm in they driveway
Before he switched to go in park, we shootin' sideways
Cutters on deck, since everybody wan' be hard now
Pull up broad day, and blow a kiss, go talk to God now
Put 60 in the whip, then double back to watch the crowd grief
I watch detectives pick up shells from the crime scene
When I up this bitch in public, you will never see me catchin' face
Hundred meter dash, pull the trigger, watch 'em relay
I hit the wrong nigga, had to tell lil' one, my mistake
I just do it, nigga, wherever I catch you, I'ma make you pay
I ain't with no talkin', pick your coffin, 'cause you finna lay
I walk up broad day, I headshot then holler "Gee Way"

And lately I been keepin' that pistol off safety
Gotta keep it on me, you know niggas they be hatin'
And lately I been keepin' that pistol off safety
Catch 'em, I'ma stretch 'em, I'ma rock her body, baby

And lately I been keepin' that pistol off safety
Gotta keep it on me, you know niggas they be hatin'
And lately I been keepin' that pistol off safety
Catch 'em, I'ma stretch 'em, I'ma rock her body, baby

(DJ Chose)
(Hardbody)
(Damn, Chose)
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Big cutter that I bought for my big brother
That bitch slice a nigga neck just like butter
Pull up on a nigga block burnin' rubber
And you know we dumpin' clips, I did not stutter

.40 Glock, AK's, cutter cut like switchblades
(Spend a bag, spend a bag, spend a bag)
.40 Glock, AK's, cutter cut like switchblades
F*ckin' on his baby mama, I know where his head lay

And lately I been keepin' that pistol off safety
Gotta keep it on me, you know niggas they be hatin'
And lately I been keepin' that pistol off safety
Catch 'em, I'ma stretch 'em, I'ma rock her body, baby

Top of the month, my shooter say he need his rent paid
I teach these niggas how to step like I'm they sensei
He drop a diss, I drop a bag, I get the bill paid
Niggas talk like hoes, I give a f*ck 'bout what a bitch say
Pull up on your block, ah bitch, you know its murder
Lil' one went to jail, they was hidin' like some turtles
Pull up with the chop stick
Bitch, you know I drop shit
Put him in a wheelchair, you would think he bang Crip

.40 Glock, AK's, cutter cut like switchblades
(Spend a bag, spend a bag, spend a bag)
.40 Glock, AK's, cutter cut like switchblades
F*ckin' on his baby mama, I know where his head lay

And lately I been keepin' that pistol off safety
Gotta keep it on me, you know niggas they be hatin'
And lately I been keepin' that pistol off safety
Catch 'em, I'ma stretch 'em, I'ma rock her body, baby

Niggas run they mouth, they showing off, I'm in they driveway
Before he switched to go in park, we shootin' sideways
Cutters on deck, since everybody wan' be hard now
Pull up broad day, and blow a kiss, go talk to God now
Put 60 in the whip, then double back to watch the crowd grief
I watch detectives pick up shells from the crime scene
When I up this bitch in public, you will never see me catchin' face
Hundred meter dash, pull the trigger, watch 'em relay
I hit the wrong nigga, had to tell lil' one, my mistake
I just do it, nigga, wherever I catch you, I'ma make you pay
I ain't with no talkin', pick your coffin, 'cause you finna lay
I walk up broad day, I headshot then holler "Gee Way"

And lately I been keepin' that pistol off safety
Gotta keep it on me, you know niggas they be hatin'
And lately I been keepin' that pistol off safety
Catch 'em, I'ma stretch 'em, I'ma rock her body, baby

And lately I been keepin' that pistol off safety
Gotta keep it on me, you know niggas they be hatin'
And lately I been keepin' that pistol off safety
Catch 'em, I'ma stretch 'em, I'ma rock her body, baby

(DJ Chose)
(Hardbody)
(Damn, Chose)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Fredrick Givens
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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