[Intro] Mob gang, $hmurda gang Freebandz gang Free $hmurda's nigga Ah ah ah
[Verse 1] I'm a pull up on a fuck nigga We got Draco's in the truck with us Can't no nigga really fuck with us I got Johnny in a cut I got Swerky in a cut It's a choppa in a cut And I'm still in stories nigga Selling packs I need a cut Plenty bands got shorty I got bags now shorty Got the 40, run up on me I ain't playing round shorty Got a nigga down It's a man down Got a shooter for me He ain't playing round Ain't a nigga tried me Dare a nigga cross me Let the fucking bird hang He ain't coming off me
[Verse 2] Free Ashino with the mag They gave my youngin fourteen I was laying niggas down since I was like fourteen Free my nigga Baby Seth he made first forty eight Shooters quick they probly hit you with the first forty eight Stay quiet manslaughter all the day my nigga ate Where my nigga kept the solid boy that nigga hella hate I got busy in adreni's knock offs on my resume When I ride on shit and kill em probly wouldn't a call my case Momma steak but it's cool ain't no pressure I can't take Fill a crate play with Hen boosie put em in his place Gave my nigga Poopie twelve cause he brought out yellow tape He the type to kill big or small one in yo mama face Free Latura red dot Gave yo boys some headshots Pissing on these niggas graves tell em fuck the dead ops Free Yale, Free Chuck, Free Lou, Free Luck Free Bimma, Free Fima bad dawgs locked up Rubber band, money gang they know niggas how this do We ain't snitching fuck twelve We go hard like buttermilk All my RDK niggas pull up and start on them I got killas up the way if we drumming pardon them
[Chorus] Aye, aye, aye we gon pull up get to squeezing hoe I make sure you never bring yo ass to prelim hoe My shooters up whoever say we beefing hoe I can't tell you who that mud about a week ago
[Verse 3] You don't rock how I rock All these niggas fake as fuck they ain't shot what I shot They ain't really getting money, they ain't got what I got He might got a lil wave he ain't hot how I'm hot Ah, ah, ah, had my chopper send it to a lil boy Shot that shit when other niggas goofy boy, not with I You can catch me still on nose at the stove, what he wah Nigga said he went on Doe for a no Free Juan, Free Tess, he don't even see the chalk Nigga said he gonna smoke pussy I ain't even cough Had my check gang niggas, cash em all, what you thought I was soft, then you lost Think again, I'm a boss Yeah I was gon spray you niggas Changed my mind, fuck that We gon pull up bust first nigga we don't press back Really god in my city, niggas know I run that Had yo momma crying cause she ain't gon get her son back Run away with money B, then he on his way back Now my niggas come and K you all so we laid back Free hood, kick his door nigga where yo safe at Ain't gon tell me fucking murder man pussies face back, bitch
[Verse 4] We gon pull up on a fuck nigga Rubber band smell that gang who can fuck with us Think this shit a game till we touch niggas Three times to my fellas I say brap nigga, gang Brap, brapTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
