Free Dem 5's

歌詞

(Ayo, Bans, what you cookin'?) Mmm Hmm, hmm, hmm Ayy, free lil' Johnny, alright Mob dreams, jumpin' out the bottom the pot Yeah, it's Slime My girl peach, free Von B Free my daddy and free Phat Beezy If we strapped up, then we ridin' deep And it's back to back static 'til we get even Who is that at the front door? Point the chopper at the peephole They lookin' for Slimeto, okay Slime-ass nigga, don't come this way 38 baby, duckin' murder cases Poppin' out, keep a mask like Jason .223 and it hold the casings I bang red, control the bases I don't sell no yola, baby But my cousin, he get pure dope straight from out the Nola, change the trenches I'm a fuckin' problem, nigga I play with them choppers, nigga And I'm quick to pop somethin', yeah, ask my mama, nigga I'm the fuckin' dada, nigga Try to pull off, get followed with it My young niggas, they come out the window, fft, fft That's why the feds tryna lock a nigga Pick it up, hold it, just move it, don't lose it I got that shit for to blow out the fuses Talk to lil' mama, she fuck with my music She said that she know me from off of a news clip Run through a million, I bloodied the cruise ship I got it, ain't stoppin', I'm trainin' my body I'm on it, I'm poppin', up, down, no hydraulic From the Nawf, free my brother BB out the bottom Southside, northside, ain't got guidance That's Bway, they off sherwood I don't need no counselor 'cause my mail good Bitch, I got a card that you dare pull Left bodies in my own hood Yeah, pull off, then turn right on Highland, tryna see if cuzzo's phone good Slime-ass nigga, don't come this way 38 baby, duckin' murder cases Poppin' out, keep a mask like Jason .223 and it hold the casings I bang red, control the bases I don't sell no yola, baby But my cousin, he get pure dope straight from out the Nola, change the trenches I see mob dreams, jumpin' out the bottom the pot How that fuckin' boy dope like that? He straight pure drop From the streets, he be in jail back-to-back, life a hard knock Soon as he get locked up, they ship his ass 'cause he gon' bond out Different cars, I throw out faces, I'm the shit, this YoungBoy, baby I want the money, she fuck with me daily, can't stay in her place, she be bringin' her babies Modifications, skrrt, I got the whips, I don't trip, I don't drive it on daily Two million garage, this not a façade, I'm fuckin' with God and you know where it's... Body language, you tell it, I'm holdin' my own, they callin' my phone, I'm hittin' decline I'm on top of they neck, I'm pressure, they cannot recline He run, I'ma out his spine Fuck with me, you know we slangin' iron, I'm gon' punish them Do or die, who it's gon' be? It's you or I, I got a drum for him My girl peach, free Von B Free my daddy and free Phat Beezy If we strapped up, then we ridin' deep And it's back to back static 'til we get even Who is that at the front door? Point the chopper at the peephole They lookin' for Slimeto, okay Slime-ass nigga, don't come this way 38 baby, duckin' murder cases Poppin' out, keep a mask like Jason .223 and it hold the casings I bang red, control the bases I don't sell no yola, baby But my cousin, he get pure dope straight from out the Nola, change the trenches I'm a fuckin' problem, nigga