PAROLES
[Intro]
Antt did the track
Free dem boys, free dem boys
Let me show you how life works, guns with the sh(i)t (Beat Gang)
Ayy
[Verse 1]
My youngin’ caught a L, ‘course I’m makin’ that knife work
‘Cause ain’t no guns in that b(i)tch
I seen a n(i)gga get a L before he got his life
I know a n(i)gga got a deal but then he got indicted
Ain’t no point in even fightin’, “Yeah, I did that judge”
After what happened to Doggy, b(i)tch, I been back thuggin’
I can’t really talk on phones, just send five of ‘em for me
And I ain’t puttin’ paper on sh(i)t, I go handle ’em for me
I’m from the East side, look up the street signs, we made it
Whеn Reece died, I seen them rеal n(i)ggas was fakin’
And I keep five hunnid in small bills for Baby
Never turn my back on my brother, momma, I love you
Half a million on a house, Val took care of me
Real n(i)ggas winnin’, b(i)tch, so I took care of the streets
Last of a dyin’ breed, I still be buyin’ lean
I stopped textin’ my BM just to let her find peace
[Chorus]
Yeah, I let my b(i)tch count a half a ticket when she stressed out
N(i)ggas know who run the city, pick your best five
How the f*ck you bust a Richard down with SIs?
How much a, yeah, one point V-V?
Free dem boys, Dickie fits all on TV
Always yellin’, “Free mine,” never, “Free me,” they need me
Tell her let me make her love me, I hate the n(i)gga she f*ckin’
[Verse 2]
Inventory, seven hunnid, I got one on the way
Condo for f*ckin’ b(i)tches probably furnished by Baby
See, I grew up around killers (Killers), robbers (Robbers)
Jackson moonwalkin’ around this beat, R.I.P. Michael Jackson
I ain’t ever pay no taxes, all I know about is ashin’
Bring the ho up out Samantha, I want her to f*ck with Tony
Still’ll pull up in the Zone, I ain’t squashin’ sh(i)t with Quan’
What the f*ck do y’all be on? I swear I see too many cameras
B(i)tch, you know that sh(i)t was bammer, turned a model to a dancer
I ain’t stoppin’ ’til they hear, I pop off more than veneers
On the 6, you know it’s serious, how you know? ‘Cause b(i)tch, I’m here
A lot a money, a lot of jewelry, we ain’t trippin’ on you, period
[Chorus]
Yeah, I let my b(i)tch count a half a ticket when she stressed out
N(i)ggas know who run the city, pick your best five
How the f*ck you bust a Richard down with SIs?
How much a, yeah, one point V-V?
Free dem boys, Dickie fits all on TV
Always yellin’, “Free mine,” never, “Free me,” they need me
Tell her let me make her love me, I hate the n(i)gga she f*ckin’
