DJ Drama, Lil Uzi Vert, Drama and 42 Dugg - Free Game

They like, "Get in yo' bag," bitch, I been in mines
If Mel order four I probably send him five
Kill down cannon wit' me Crippin' tryna kill a 5
Oh you don't bang shit? Same shit, still a get you fried
Drop somethin' then skate off, I still remember six to nine
Fuck, dawg, he hatin' on me, I still be in this bitch wit' mine (DJ Drama)
(You niggas can't fuck with us)

They like, "Get in yo' bag," bitch, I been in mines
If Mel order four I probably send him five
Kill down cannon wit' me Crippin' tryna kill a 5
Oh you don't bang shit? Same shit, still'll get you fried
Drop somethin' then skate off, I still remember six to nine
Fuck, dawg, he hatin' on me, I still be in this bitch wit' mine (Mr. Thanksgiving)
Did some time like six years (how you feelin?)
I ain't goin' back, don't get killed (that's on my nigga)
Everybody on finkles still gon put 'em on the payroll
I could fuck whoever bitch, my nigga, just don't hate on me
I'm straight on you, niggas out here still doin' sucka shit
I done fucked his main hoe, his sister and his brother bitch
Can't trust a bitch
Niggas out here starvin', doggy, send somethin'
I still be sellin'
Them people on me had to switch up
They sent somethin' I'm still turnt
Fight who? I kill first
Dog on me don't be a purse
Street Chanel they real percs
Then bae like when we kick it, she pop it off like by suckin dick
Then bae like she can get it
I like freak hoes that eat hoes and slap fives when we done
I hate hoe niggas and broke niggas, won't catch me with no bums

Got white arms wit' clear lens, can't catch me in my Buffs
I done said this shit hundred times can't beef 'bout no sluts
Know I pulled up fresh as fuck (get 'em)
In that brand new Lambo' truck
Skrrt off on a dead body
Did a hit right in the foreign, it's a big body
Ain't know about it but now you know we did body
Yo' bitch in my crib suckin' my dick and she get real sloppy
Ain't wanna tell you that shit dog 'cause you be in yo' feelings
You ain't doin no killin', you ain't never pay no killas
Pussy that ain't Wockhardt, you sippin' on penicillin
I'ma stack this money up until I feel the ceiling
I ain't want yo' bitch, she looked at me like really really
I'm in yo' city with these Buffs on like I ain't from Philly (Philly)
My life ain't silly I woke up and then made a millie
TLC mean too much lettuce cheese, my bitch look like Chili
No I'm never stuck, never stuck (stuck)
Hold my pants up 'cause the forty tucked (baow)
I ain't never meet a bitch that didn't fuck somethin' (nah)
I ain't never meet a bitch that didn't suck somethin'
Know these niggas pussy they ain't gon buss nothin'
Nick Cannon walkin' with a big ol' drum
Countin' all this money made me risk my thumbs
Smokin' all these opps made me risk my lungs (period)

Written by:
A. Britten, Dion Marquise Hayes, Symere Woods, Tyree Cinque Simmons

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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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