Floetry - Fred The Godson, Dizzy Wright, Chevy Woods

Dj Tiny T

When I was at that motherfucking block party

That bitch met with a fat, uh

Talking about she was gonna give me that vag after that night

Oh, oh, shit!

Yeah!

We laugh, this is TBM radio

You’re rocking out with your boy

I got some boys on deck

And this boy, he go by the name Fred The Godson!

Frederico, talk to him!

I was awarded like Macklemore with the Mac and four

Born a rapper, born, cracking the back for show

Black Cadillac in the back with forty racks to roll, aha

Let’s get back, applaud for the way that the God rapped

It’s a gift 25th the clause in the contract (get it?)

This is so different, you listen, she listen

Knowing that this what you both been missing

She seen a lip on the rim

And now both of us kissing, tell the crew

I bend her, she hooked like a Kareem

Tell her, Lew, Alcindor, (WOW)

It’s getting hot in here Nelly

I’m in the telly, she knows that I’m balling out

She can’t be wifey, and it’s raining

So now this bitch storming out

It’s Frederico, swag of a gigolo

Fat boy’s back, black bam bam Bigalo

It’s no way I don’t notice me

You hear the floetry

It’s GORDO!

Dj Tiny T

Ha, ha, ha there you have it, like I said

TBM radio, we play nothing but the hottest shit

The hottest shit!

Yo!

We got a caller, caller, what’s your name?

Hello?

Caller, we live!

Nigga, what that?

Listen, Hang that shit up, Dizzy Wright

Talk to em, Dizzy!

Go ahead, baby!

Vegas!

Get on that mic!

This what yall you’re asking for (asking for)

I’m that dope that chance the rapper, used that acid for

These niggas is rapping, less and acting more, we after yours!

No fucking around, we coming for fans dawg

I’m the man on tour!

Better get your tickets, ain’t no mentions, whenever you fail to pretend to

Mary Jane is always on the menu, nigga bring it to the venue!

Don’t get me no bullshit excuse before I pop in your city

And turn them against you (against you)!

So if you love rapping, you know what rap concerts you need to attend to

And that’s real!

Got me floating off in this chill mode

Mix my floetry with these ill flows

Kicking you haters with steel toes

And they didn’t even know it was me

I usually stray away from the weirdos

As I’m breaking down my cigarillo

What do you think all this weed here for?

Nigga, we don’t need nothing for cheap!

Wait!

We don’t do nothing for free

This year I got to eat

Best believe you turn into a fan

Couple shows, couple songs, couple tours

Turn around and be the man, yeah!

I’ve seen it before you even knew it that I was a genius

I’m coming at niggas the meanest

I mean it’s not hard to be me

You know that your weed is the greenest

I’m trying to be great

Dj Tiny T

I’m sorry!

We’re back!

TBM radio, where we smoke

I mean, we play nothing, but the hottest shit!

You got this, boy?

Chevy Woods from that Taylor Gang

I see you out there, boy

Keep getting your shit!

Listen, Chevy Woods, I’mma leave it up to you!

And this shit off right

Floetry and I’mma keep smoking this good old raw

Chevy!

Taylor made suit so playa just let the trumpets play

You can’t supply me the whole thing

Then there ain’t much to say

That attire your wife bought outta sax for me

They’re shooting three like Millers

Still got the mac on me

No need for shaking your hand if I don’t fuck with you

They ricochet off houses

You never ducked pistols

Four and a half to a kilo

I made that jump before

Better hit that toilet and flush it before they rush the door

Man this that wave word to big

Gotta even cut friends off if them niggas tell

You’re telling stories to people who never peddle shit

Ask them what I did in droughts man I sat on bricks

Hustler, they know it, ain’t gotta tell em' twice

Two times better than dead, yeah, I was twice as nice

In a city, on a block, where you could lose your life

My old head just gave me good advice, you understand?

Dj Tiny T voice

There you have it!

Floetry in motion

Three of the hottest up and coming

Fred The Godson, Dizzy Wright, Chevy Woods

And I’m your host with the motherfucking most

You know we live on this TBM radio

Hey, listen!

Hey, hey

Get that muthafucka on that ice, and uhm

Make sure the bitches on deck

Ha, ha, Floetry in motion

Fat Boy Fresh!

Come on!