Free Slugga lyrics

[Verse]
Baguette’s baguette my wrist
Fifty thousand for that b*tch
My n*ggas slimy than a b*tch
Prolly get you setup by a b*tch
That Glock get to poppin' till this b*tch click
Make yo b*tch fall in love with the bezel
She love the way them diamond wrestle
Oxycodone flowin' in my vessels
I got that snot in my cup, keep me loaded
That Michael Jack keep that b*tch loaded
We four deep in a foreign sticked up, they prolly think this b*tch is stolen
I gotta call the doctor every week, cause a n*ggas pockets get swollen
I know why they hatin' on us, we the ones takin' all the motion
Frеaky lil b*tch from the O, she showed mе they nudes, she never gone to hide
Tryna get off house arrest, I'm goin' to court and I still get denied (Denied)
Put her on the flight with an Uber
‘’I land in five’’ that’s what she replied (Replied)
When we get to the crib gotta take your phone, thats the rules you gotta abide (Yeah)
If a b*tch tryna set me up, she gon die with him I ain't gon lie
Can't let em' catch me with my pants down, yeah I keep that b*tch right on my side (Side)
Chains hangin' yeah this b*tch blingin', ARP really get to swangin' (Graaah)
I should have a Grammy for this Glock by the way this b*tch really get to singin'
Hits on hits, clips on clips we keep em' toted (We keep ‘em toted)
I'm sippin' on syrup tonight so really I can't even focus (Can’t even focus)
He jumped in the Porsche [?] that lil n*gga way too precautious
Catch him and pull up with that rod, make em' do the hocus pocus
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