Who is Freddy with no gun? I ain't playin', havin' fun I just wanna live my best life I won't kill you and your ex-wife I'm livin' large, but it ain't just big enough I need these bodies dead, all stacked up Keepin' all my shit, I keep a Glock up on my head You bitches wanna test my clip I keep it loaded, never miss I don't give two fuckin' shits You little rascal, let you run Can't escape from Freddy's gun Snub no 40's, which one? Got my Glock, got my Charlotte Aimin' at the fuckin' party Oh, what's up? It's your birthday Freddy's got the little gift Got some bullets flyin' through ya Shut the fuck up, stupid bitch I'm not lyin' while you cryin' Ask him why you fucked with this Cocked it, pack it, now I'm aimin' at your head Cocked it, pack it, now your bitch-ass friend is dead Pull the trigger, now your body filled with lead Pull the trigger, and I do not want no credit Cocked it, pack it, now I'm aimin' at your head Cocked it, pack it, now your bitch-ass friend is dead Pull the trigger, now your body filled with lead Pull the trigger, and I do not want no credit Cocked it, pack it, now I'm aimin' at your head Cocked it, pack it, now your bitch-ass friend is dead Pull the trigger, now your body filled with lead Pull the trigger, and I do not want no credit Cocked it, pack it, now I'm aimin' at your head