FREE ME lyrics

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[Intro]
All I know is work the stove
All I know is punch the bowl
Auntie beating down the door
All I know is f*ck a hoe
I only came here for the money
Bust a slab then hit the road
Got a dope house in a school zone
Papi got a pool on
He was broke I pull a fool on
Auntie love me I can’t do wrong
About that money put that tool on you
My b*tch line you, we move on you
Scotches gave me two on you
I’m my brother keeper pay attention
Don’t play with n*ggas play with b*tches
Papi like to play with pistols
Might pull up in that hrr-skrrt
I jump out that b*tch, hrr-hrr-hrr
That b*tch say "Papi hood as f*ck"
That pus*y just not good enough
Don’t that would’ve, should’ve, could’ve stuff
I pull up, trunk still in the front
I roll a passion in my blunt
Two slabs now, I started with one
Fivе more minutes I’ll be donе
I’m trying to beat the morning rush
When brody died I wanted to quit, kept dropping, started going up
The opps gon' post addys to they shows, them b*tches know I’m pulling up
Put money on ya, shut you up
That b*tch too bad, she’ll set you up
Super soaker, wet you up
You need me to, I’ll chef it up
Rock Margielas like I stepped in mud
Chain water I fell in the tub
Had to get proper, I’m fresh as the f*ck
She don’t know my name but she gon' let me f*ck
Bro'nem slide that door back, f*ck (Bah-bah-bah-bah)
Micro Drac' with the monkey nuts
When the Glock in your face now you not tough
Put a n*gga in the hole like Shia LaBeouf
Kick in the door then we tying him up
I put that sh*t on, she say I’m fine as f*ck
Shut the f*ck up, b*tch, you just tryna f*ck
She like "Where you going?" b*tch, I’m going to get the bucks
Run to the money, I’m going to pick it up
Amiri jeans on and I wear 'em like Levi’s
Dior B22, rock 'em like Filas
Real deal locsta, chill in the beehive
Cartier cover up both of my eyes
I jump out the car with a switch
A n*gga get hit, black bag, he zipped
Chase a n*gga down, on his ass, jumping the fence
If I catch him in traffic get hit in the whip
Hit the corner, get missing, like, "Papi you tripping"
I’m finna get millions, but still doing missions
He in his feelings, his b*tch in my kitchen
First night I met the ho she let me hit it
I’m Big Belly Fred
All my opps dead, if not they fled or told the feds
I take money out the bank just to go on your head
When I get in that mode all I’m seeing is red
COD with the Glock, I got a kill streak
Keep popping that sh*t everyday know they feeling me
Beat it from the back, she like "You killing me"
b*tch, if you ain’t dead yet then you finna be
I put that sh*t on
They calling my phone all day long, won’t leave me alone
Serve auntie a slab when I seen her at AutoZone
When you get in my car don’t be using no camera phones
Walk in that b*tch like Sylvester Stallone
Two tone Glock, I’m the real Tuff Tone
Tweaking on tuesday with two turnt thotties
Back out the chop, then get on your body
No, I don’t get sturdy
b*tch I do burglaries
I really rob sh*t, I’m on that dog sh*t
I don’t give a f*ck about nun' they talking
I’m a real mobster, n*gga, I don’t f*ck with bosses
M5 Bimmer, no, this not the Audi
I’m gone in a blink, b*tch, you never saw me
She text my phone like "You never call me"
I don’t really pick up unless it’s my daughter
Baby Z rich as sh*t, Balenci' her kicks
Everyday she wake up she get fresh as a b*tch
She FaceTime me just to show me the sh*t
I said "Pop it, lil' baby, you doing ya sh*t"
Her momma be mad I don’t give her no cash
b*tch get off your ass and go get some money
Baby Z call me like "What you got for me?"
I don’t give her no story, I give her some money
My momma proud, my grandma proud
I used to wear BK hand-me-downs
Opps hated, they can’t stand me now
I’ll jump out that car and walk you down
I’m back in that mode, still on that business
Might sleep good when it’s finally finished
Brody c-day just passed
I walked in parole with thirty-thousand cash
Every chance I get I'ma show my ass
I know my daddy kinda proud
My mom say I got my daddy style
Look like her with my daddy smile
My daughter really like my twin
b*tch that’s my brother and my man
I jump out that car and I go for him
I don’t wanna know what happened, I know I’m throwing
I get deep off in my feelings
Really sold heroin out the building
Gram-by-gram I had to build it
Grandma don’t know I served civilians
She don’t know that her friend a junkie, her girlfriend bring me all her money
I remember just like yesterday, abuela was cleaning on a sunday
I left a plate under the couch, she found the plate and throw it out
I damn near lost my f*cking mind, that’s all I had, b*tch, every dime
I can’t be mad, b*tch, that’s my grandma
I called bro and told him "Front me"
He said "I love you to death, but b*tch I’ll kill you if you run with my money"
I told him "Stop with all yo' sh*t"
I go to chopping up a split
I serve you top side grits
Serve you on my side hit
I’m still a dirty little n*gga, I just get fresh as f*ck everyday
I’ll still serve yo' ass and rob you, guess I’m just stuck in my way
Skuwop told me "Use Waze"
I don’t really like that app like that
I can’t really tell you sh*t about me 'cause Ion really like to chat like that
I sold smack on the east, I served crack with B.G
Long live cuz', I was tweaked
With that pistol, like to sneak
Where the yak? I wanna drink
Long Live them boys, that’s all I think
She want me to f*ck her by the sink
I just woke up from a f*cked up dream
I took a pill I’m tryna chill
She tryna tell me how she feel
It look like I’m listening, but Ion hear her
I put that sh*t on and look in the mirror
The top VLONE, the bottom Amiri
Beam on the Glock hit you in your veneers
Car go *vroom*, I'm switching the gear
Sport plus mode, b*tch, I’m outta here
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