FREE AR-AB lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, free AR-AB for this one (Psh, psh)
Let me, let me get a lil' bit of your flow (Lilz produced this beat, psh, psh)
With a Gladiator mix
Gang sh*t, goon sh*t (Ayy)
Yeah (Yeah)

[Verse]
Got a story that I like to tell (Like to tell)
'Bout this robbery I did fresh out the jail (Fresh out)
Got the drop on this opp, so we ringed the bell (Ding-dong)
Had to duct tape his mother in case she try to yell (Shut up, b*tch)
Look at all this ice, my wrist look like hell (Bling-blaow)
Had to send my dog some money, hope he got his mail (Free the real)
b*tch, I'm a shark, I'm a killer whale (I'm a killer whale)
Killеd your dog and you ain't ride, but you ain't got your L's (Ayy, you pus*y, n*gga)
f*ck popularity, my plug know me (The plug know, yеah)
Walk through TSA with like a dub on me (I'm racked up, yeah)
You ain't never use a judge, homie (You ain't never use it)
Hit a n*gga close range, I got blood on me (Boom, boom-boom, n*gga)
n*ggas tried to kill me, but them pussies missed (Them pussies ass)
Came back that same night and got that pus*y hit (Hit, baow, ha)
Lil' bad b*tch, she want her pus*y licked (Splash)
I ignored the FaceTime, b*tch, I'm doin' sh*t (I'm busy, ho)
I could never put a b*tch over this f*ckin' money (Never)
Pray I catch an opp slippin' like he f*ckin' clumsy (Grrt, baow, baow)
'Member I shot the school up 'cause n*ggas tried to jump me (Y'all remember, yeah)
I'm addicted to this bread, I'm a f*ckin' junkie (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
All I want for Christmas is some white bricks (Is some yellow-ow)
Whoever don't like this sh*t, they could bite di*k (They could eat a di*k, ah)
No internet beefin', I don't type sh*t (Nah, nah, n*gga)
I just run up throwin' bullets like I'm Mike Vick (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
L ain't searchin' for my opps if they hidin' out (No)
Just don't park this tinted sh*t at yo' mama's house (Gone)
They empty on the face like a porn star (Ha)
Mike Myers back (Grrt), pus*y, yeah, I warned y'all (The Gladiator)
Got a dope boy Rollie like I'm sellin' bird (I'm sellin' birds)
Got a million dollar check just for sellin' work (Just for sellin' work)
Steal a bang on a n*gga, Julius Irv (Bang, bang, bang, bang)
And I'm bustin' off them Perc's (Ha), tryna calm my nerves (Fly)
Last night I had a dream, I caught a homicide (What happened though?)
Woke up the next day and caught a homicide (Grrt, baow, yeah)
You ain't never catched no homicide (You ain't never killed nothin')
And you ain't never get questioned by them pigs either (Nah, n*gga)
Ridin' 'round with a eater in a two seater (Ah)
n*ggas know Po a hitta like I'm Derek Jeter (Home run)
Sellin' white and brown, I got jungle fever (I got jungle fever)
Seen my reverend cop coke, so I don't trust a preacher (Oh, no)
Could've bought another Benz, I bought some more guns (I bought some more straps)
Come here, bartender, bring me more ones (Bring me more racks)
I'm so ready when the war comes (I'm so ready, n*gga, yeah, I'm so—)
I'm so ready when the war comes (I'm so—, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Seen my grandma fight cancer 'til her last breath (Argh)
Doctor said her days is numbered like a math test (Pain, yeah)
Tell me, God, why you ain't help her beat it? (Tell me why, yeah)
My heart broke, I feel like my sh*t bleedin' (Tell me why)
Why nobody there for me when I f*ckin' need it? (They never there)
Anxiety f*ckin' with me, f*ckin' with my breathin' (For real)
I swear these Percocets be helpin' with my grievin' (How I feel)
Somebody pray for me, I'm tryna calm the demons (Okay, argh)
Long hair like Jesus (Yeah)
Give a n*gga two like Reece's (Brrt, brrt)
Quick to hit a n*gga like I'm out here playin' defense (Yeah)
I just dropped this bad b*tch off named Peaches (Yeah, yeah)
Don't believe in rapper, that's why I barley do features (No)
Half these n*ggas rats, and ain't sh*t that they could teach us (They rats)
They just gave my lil' bro a hundred twenty pieces (Free the real)
Tore my heart to pieces, I ain't the one you want to beef with (Grrt, gang)
[Outro]
Free AB, man
Free Lo
It was always a hundred when we linked up, you know what I'm sayin'?
Got a appeal with motion
I'm prayin' for 'em, bruh
On ya head
Free the real, gang