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Freeband shit, Freeband shit (Yeah) Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow, baow (Grrr) Freeband shit, man, band-counter shit, man You know we want bags, man Swiper, no swiping Fire not too far from OV to 438, nigga (Yung Dza) Hop in the Scat and I go (Vroom) Went and got Louboutins right out the store, ayy Twenty-two ridin' with Joe (Baow) You hear a pop then that boy on the floor I got my Glock in my lap, I'ma score Lil' mama thick, I met her on the pole Told all my niggas y'all better not fold If anything, I'ma go and get the pole (Grrr) Yeah, I'm a shooter, but don't gotta shoot it (Grrr) I pay my lil' hitta to pull up and do it Swear that's your ass if we get into it I got lil' niggas ready to chew it I got pieces, I'm ready, I'm swipey You hollerin' 'bout action, so stop all that typin', ayy I ain't got time for no tussle I'ma just pull up and pop me a muscle After I copped it, I bought me a duffel (Nyoom) 392, it take off like a shuttle Needed some paper, told my niggas huddle up SongtexteBitch, I'd be broke if I wanted to cuddle (Hell nah) Wrist is G water, new pack, place your order If you send a bitch to come shop, I'ma short her Ayy, I'ma spin your block like a CD Got about twenty missed calls from a BD (Hold on) Gotta pay a lawyer, can't rock with no PD Told that nigga take it to the door and make it speedy (Real fast) Pussy niggas tryna call the truce like a treaty Made about fifty-five bands off TD Say he gon' rob me, ha, try, pussy Fam (Blaow), he dyin', huh Bake 'em (Fft), deep fry 'em (Psst, Yung Dza) Go on, I'm slidin' I gotta be up for the pick up If I miss the drop time, I'ma go and stick up, ayy 'Cause I gotta go and get it Crack's comin', gotta go and hit it, ayy I gotta go and hit it, ayy I gotta go and hit it, ayy Yeah, ayy, yeah (Ayy, okay) Soon as that Glock lock, hit him I hit his block and I bend it, shots extended Talkin' too hot, I'ma spin it Flew to the jeweler, bought a quarter mill' watch and a pendant Shots keep flyin, who spinnin'? Ain't nobody seen who did it Trap house need new tenants Hop in that Scat and they shootin' for Kenny like he a lieutenant All of my opps I'm shootin' That choppa be talkin' in fluent Don't talk, I do it Choppa erase his face They had to cool it and close the casket at his viewin', mm, damn Niggas be tellin', I knew it Brand new bitch fell in, I flew it Blew twenty racks in the club but a nigga so rich that you niggas can't tell that I blew it, ayy I'm slidin' in a Infinity I just go skrrt and I skid in it I don't give a fuck what bitch in it I don't trust you if you fidgety Hit the gas, cruise to infinity Know I got opps that'll try Know a nigga 'bout to drop with the car, so I gotta keep switchin' it, ayy If I go to jail, I fuck the CO Piss real dirty, fuck the PO Down to the kilo, uh Had a nigga play with my backend Big yoppa that'll chop a nigga back in Pink 30 and the MAC-10 That's lights, no camera but the action Homie I go to mail with this Been a thug since me and Kellz was jits He was steppin' out the cell with drip And all my niggas out of jail are rich It's poppin' Aus Songtexte Mania