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lirik lagu trapboy freddy - hypocrite

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[intro]
hey, you
yeah, you
i’m comin’ to let you know you’re a hypocrite
weren’t you just laughin’ at me?
weren’t you just sharin’ that shit ’bout my [?]?
oh, you thought that shit was funny?
oh, i’m wrong, right?
hey, come on, man
y’all fuckin’ trippin’
look

[verse 1]
niggas telling me i was wrong like he wasn’t out here dissin’ me
i don’t turn down no beef, shit, i guess it’s meant to be
r~r~ight before that nigga died, he was dissin’ last week
talkin’ ’bout, “i can’t walk,” why you couldn’t just let it be?
okay, i’ma keep it g (yeah), tried to keep it in the streets (yeah)
niggas knew that i was shot ’cause i was servin’ next week (on god)
had a brace all on my leg, had me cuffed all to the bed
talkin’ ’bout, “onе of them was dead,” shit, that’s just what he said (shh)
shit, i hopе they ass die (die), fuck the blogs ’cause they lie (lie)
he said i was at vlive, that’s how i know he didn’t slide
exon parking lot, all i heard was niggas shootin’
niggas shootin’ from so far, i couldn’t even see the shootin’
hopped out the truck and fell, i couldn’t even feel my shoe
man, my leg couldn’t even move, i had blood all on my boots (man)
niggas tried to wake me up, i don’t know who set me up
whoever did it dumb as fuck, i’ma get ’em all touched
i was fucked up for months, cut me out my saint laurents
bitches almost broke my arm, tryna check me for a gun
had to call my teacher, told her they done shot your baby
only thing i could think about is i ain’t seen a psychic
hopped back up in the whip, man my truck couldn’t even move
i wasn’t calling 911, i was tryna call a uber (hey)
had to flag a nigga down, i ain’t know who it was
only told you that ’cause niggas cap like i was at the club
[bridge]
nigga, i was in the back of the motherfucking car on the way to the hospital
i was already getting notifications, nigga, that i got shot
“trapboy freddy got shot at vlive”
that’s cap, nigga, i got shot at exon, pussy
well, you know them internet bloggers they been waitin’ on somethin’ bad to happen to a nigga
niggas say i felt untouchable
nah, nigga, you thought i was untouchable
hey, it’s cool, i don’t trip, nigga, let’s get it

[verse 2]
okay, the second verse get personal (personal), i’ma tryna go commercial (commercial)
christmas 2018, somebody tried to murder us (fuck)
we got set up by a hoe (yes), my play sister played us close
now i don’t even think they know it would have been them the day before
i ain’t know that she was plottin’, always knew her ass was rotten
could have been ’bout five bodies, had me all on splashing topic
what he do? p~put it straight on wax, boy he love to rap
we ain’t goin’ back and forth, nah, we ain’t doin’ that
chris had just came home, he got shot all in his arm
dj still a young gorilla, he had ate like five of ’em (your mother)
even fucked ’round got shot, man that fucked me up a lot (man)
only way i can repay you is to watch lil’ bro and ’em pop (come on)
everybody ain’t your friend, everybody ain’t your partner (say what?)
i learned that on your lil’ interview when y’all was talkin’ ’bout me
gave you passes in oak cliff when the whole hood wanted to smash you (on god)
at that spot on saint, nigga, the one you call your daddy’s (yeah)
i told that nigga he pay that paper back and you was good (good)
but he didn’t, so you had to get up out my hood (bye)
popped up at my shop wantin’ to talk, ain’t nothin’ to talk about
shoulda called before you came, you didn’t, now them yappas out (he did it)
why you get on the internet and say i pulled them choppas out? (what?)
like y’all niggas wasn’t strapped, like i wasn’t the only nigga out (okay)
bad thing about it (about it), at the end of the day, though (day, though)
he was only mad, ’cause i wouldn’t stop fuckin’ with yayo (years ago)
[bridge]
heh, come on, man, [?]
i said what i said, nigga, i mean what i said
you was on that plan, you was my partner, you woulda said that
you said, “nah, i ain’t [?]” for whatever reason, but
you made ’em jokes about it, nigga
fuck jokin’, i ain’t tellin’ no joke
so you said a joke?
i don’t know, niggas trippin’

[verse 3]
niggas rapped all about yella, on the cool he was just jealous
‘member days he used to tell me it was somethin’ about a bitch
o~okay, nigga tell me this, ain’t these blogs ’bout a bitch?
tell ’em get up off my dick, i ain’t said i did shit (nah)
but they all played a part, but they all gassed him up
every time he dropped a diss song, they was taggin’ us
see the blogs want the beef, they don’t post you when you eat
i ain’t did a interview every since we start beefin’
it ain’t nothin’ to talk about, nigga it’s time to chalk it out
nigga shot me in my leg, i’m ’bout to burn the city down
oh, they thought that shit was funny? he was dissin’ my dead partners
tell me why you ain’t have no strap, but every video got a choppa?
if u see me with a partner, just know i kill about ’em
don’t tell me how you fucked up, tell me what you did about it
weren’t you talking out your neck? just make sure you stay safe
’cause it’s niggas in the slums do what ever niggas say
if you ask me it was petty, i ain’t trippin’ nigga, i’m ready
how you gon’ beef with a devil? must ain’t heard about lil’ freddy
i ain’t never backed down, i don’t promote no violence
i been buying guns, i’m the first nigga sliding
you can’t tell me they wasn’t hiding, nigga, i was tryna find ’em
niggas [?] so everybody back outside again
that bullet made me lose weight, but i ain’t lose faith
i got some new haters, put ’em all in a newspaper
[outro]
say i got shot, seven times, seven
lost like twenty five pounds
i ain’t run to the internet
i don’t need sympathy for no gangsta shit
you know what i’m sayin’?
then i had [?]
[?] the same leg on the low
i ain’t trippin’, i roll with the punches
nigga act like they done somethin’
go over there, start stuntin’ all that shit, nigga
start stuntin’ all your worth, nigga
so i did to him what he did to me
i laughed


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