Free KD lyrics

[Chorus]
Should I go and f*ck these hunnids or count this money just tell me which way should I go
Huh, Only on IG he gotta hunnid, in person ain't got no money
n*gga had the nerve to come and text me bout a ho'
Huh, these n*ggas sick, huh
These n*ggas b*tch
pus*y boy stop cappin for I hit you with that switch, huh
He want smoke bout old sh*t, n*gga I been took down yo b*tch
Huh, Oh he think he gang, lil bronem take him down for blick
Huh, Call my phone you need a n*gga chain snatched, this sh*t a business call the robbers
Ain't no smoke with them every time we spin they call the coppas
Ain't no way you can get away f*ck n*gga we had to box ya
Official with these choppas, crack his dome just like a lobster
If a n*gga ever f*cked my b*tch salute I never knocked em
Im rich as f*ck can't do no regular drill slide in a helicopter
Couple n*ggas that wasn't suppose to be in the picture had to crop em
n*gga stop playin like i won't pop him
The day I ride, I keep my Choppa

[Verse]
I be hearing everything these n*ggas sayin' these n*ggas silly
Ain't even brush they teeth but comment on my live these n*ggas sissies
First off tell em Free KD, know lil bro get busy
Huh, to much missions' we done ran through every hoe in the city
That's how you know I'm living ion even know this b*tch she show her titties
Tried to flex that little ass dub, lil n*gga i’ll show a 50
You been bummy as f*ck ain't got no money how the f*ck you mad she pick me?
Yo gang ain talm bout none don't send them weak ass dogs to sick me
Ya hoe ain't let me nut on her face, but you know fasho them balls she lickin
Pull up with hella dog sh*t you'll think I'll ball for pistons
n*ggas mad that the way I run up these racks, this sh*t come all consistent
Me and the gang don't ball hog we hit them hoes assist it
I'll never stress bout a b*tch I'm having my way got a brand new sl*t from Britland
Why you treat these hoes like that? i'on give a f*ck lil b*tch I'm pimpin
Big ass stick in my pants I need a crutch it look like a n*gga limpin
These n*ggas ain't P they dropping salt n*gga, all these n*ggas simpin
[Verse 2]
Keep saying what he gon' do, yeah okay'
n*gga we dont use no face we smackin sh*t in Broad day
Huh, i ain't got sh*t to say leave a f*ck n*gga face on the Broad way
n*gga when we was young, we'll trade guns in the hall way
n*ggas mad that I got lit
He got mad I f*cked his b*tch
She got some sh*t I never had, look at the ass on that lil b*tch
Two-hundred on my dash she suckin my di*k almost crashed with that lil b*tch
Gotta want some pus*y bad, these n*ggas spend some cash on that lil b*tch
We got hella money'
Huh, we got hella funds
Huh, no need to show that Glock, lil n*gga we got like every gun
f*ck around get yo lil brudda pop, drop shots at every son
Young n*gga sh*t' need a box to spin, snatch off at the Chevron
Yo n*gga broke asking to see a blue, that n*gga ain't show me none
No n*gga in the world could b*tch me out, a n*gga ain't hoe me once
On some geek sh*t can't roll a blunt of zot I'll f*ck around blow me one

[Outro]
Huh, Big ass Glock 40. it hold 24 the Kobe one