Bless His Soul - Fredo Bang, Polo G

Ain’t that DJ Chose over there?

Look like DJ Chose

Hardbody

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, my mama house still in the streets (Ooh-ooh)

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 Gadget (Boaw)

I put my savage on even though he actin' (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

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

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, my mama house still in the streets (Ooh-ooh)

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

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, my mama house still in the streets (Ooh-ooh)

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