Free Game lyrics

[Intro: 42 Dugg & DJ Drama]
Antt did the track
(They talkin' 'bout out here?)
I'm really like that
They like
"Get in your bag," b*tch, I been in mines (Helluva made the beat, baby)
If Mel order four, I probably send him five (No cap)
Kill 'em, Don Cherry wit' me, crippin', tryna kill a five
Oh, you don't bang sh*t? Same sh*t still'll get you fried
Drop some then skate off, I still remember six to nine
f*ck dawg, he hatin' on me, I still be in this b*tch with mine (DJ Drama)
Antt did the track, ha-ha-ha (They talkin' 'bout out here?)
You n*ggas can't f*ck with us

[Verse 1: 42 Dugg & DJ Drama]
They like
"Get in your bag," b*tch, I been in mines (Helluva made the beat, baby)
If Mel order four, I probably send him five (Gangsta Grillz, no cap)
Kill 'em, Don Cherry wit' me, crippin', tryna kill a five
Oh, you don't bang sh*t? Same sh*t still'll get you fried
Drop some then skate off, I still remember six to nine
f*ck dawg, he hatin' on me, I still be in this b*tch with mine (Mr. Thanksgiving)
Did some time, like six years, how you feelin'?
I ain't goin' back, don't get killed, that's on my n*gga
Everybody on the finkle, still won't put 'em on the payroll
I could f*ck whoever b*tch, my n*gga, just don't hate on me
I'm straight on you, n*ggas out here still doin' sucker sh*t (Ho n*ggas)
I done f*cked his main ho, his sister, and his brother b*tch
Can't trust a b*tch
n*ggas out here starvin', doggy send somethin'
I still be sellin', them people on me, I had to switch some (No bap, n*gga)
Been six summers, I'm still turnt
Fight who? I'll kill first
Dog on me, don't deal Percs
Three Chanels, them real purses
Bae like we kick it
She pop it off by suckin' di*k
And bae, like, she can get it
I like freak hoes that eat hoes, and slap fives when we done
I hate ho n*ggas and broke n*ggas, won't catch me with no bum (Bah)
[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert & DJ Drama]
Got them white arms on them clear lens, can't catch me in my buffs (Buffs)
I done sonned his sh*t a hundred times, can't beef about no sl*ts
Know I pulled up fresh as f*ck (Yeah)
In that brand new Lambo truck
Skrrt off on the dead body (Body)
Did a hit right in the foreign, it's a big body (Yeah)
Ain't know about it, but now you know that we been 'bout it
Your b*tch at my crib, suckin' my di*k and she get real sloppy (Suck it up, b*tch)
Ain't wanna tell you that sh*t, dawg, 'cause you be in your feelings (Ho n*gga)
You ain't do no killin', you ain't never pay no killers (No)
pus*y, that ain't Wockhardt, you sippin' on penicillin (What you sippin'? Lame)
I'ma stack this money up until I feel the ceilin'
I ain't want your b*tch, she looked at me like "Really, really?" (Really, really)
I'm in your city with these buffs on like I ain't from Philly (Philly)
My life ain't silly, I woke up and then I made a milli' (Milli', milli')
T-L-C, mean too much lettuce, cheese, my b*tch look like chili, yeah
No, I'm never stuck, never stuck (Stuck)
Hold my pants up 'cause the .40 tucked (Baow)
I ain't never meet a b*tch that didn't f*ck some (Nah)
I ain't never meet a b*tch that didn't suck some
Know these n*ggas pus*y, they ain't gon' bust none (At all)
Nick Cannon, walkin' with a big ol' drum
Countin' all this money, make me risk my thumbs
Smokin' all these opps, make me risk my lungs (Period)