"Free RIC" lyrics

Can't be fucked with (At all)
(Flexing on that bitch, hold up)

That Patek can't bust but you know me
Holding for the 4's, bitch, I'm holding for the East
On the count of three, everybody yell free RIC, free Skeet
Free RIC, free Kwe, free RIC, free Meech
On the count of three, everybody yell free RIC, free Meech
Free RIC, free Tee, free RIC, free Skeet

A Patek, a Patek, a Patek, was gon' buy it for my daddy
Let me find out niggas cappin', ain't 'bout action
Baguettie, baguettie, baguettie, they say I might regret it if I chandelier a skelly, plus they tax
Heard the fetty ain't shit in Alabama
42 for the bammer
Just say we forget to stamp 'em, not on a camera
Ayy, I wish a nigga would play with me
Sixty-two for the 'Za, the buds two-eight a piece
I love to get 'em cheap, them drugs keep me in sync
Might thump a bitch if she blink
[?] pink, then again
Wanna see me stretch some bitch in the pen?
Been thuggin' since we was kids, my brother know what I did
Between him and that SIG, I know I'm five out of ten
It hurt me to hear that, ain't that some shit, bitch
First incomplete I ever had on a hit
You a trip, that ain't stoppin' shit, we poppin' shit
See a bitch, we drop a bitch

That Patek can't bust but you know me
Holding for the 4's, bitch, I'm holding for the East
On the count of three, everybody yell free RIC, free Skeet
Free RIC, free Kwe, free RIC, free Meech
On the count of three, everybody yell free RIC, free Meech
Free RIC, free Tee, free RIC, free Skeet
Bitch, better not say shit to none of my niggas, ayy

Chevy, T-top, on D-U-Bs
A lil' old seventy for these watches, four for the weed
Throw a bitch shit for eavesdropping, this confidential
I'm the shit, I need some tissues
Seventeen up in this nickel
I get pissed, I might go crazy
Bitch, I'm rich, y'all niggas hatin'
Take me back when I had love, me and [?], we [?]

That Patek can't bust but you know me
Holding for the 4's, bitch, I'm holding for the East
On the count of three, everybody yell free RIC, free Skeet
Free RIC, free Kwe, free RIC, free Meech
On the count of three (Smurk), everybody yell free RIC (Gang), free Meech
Free RIC, free Tee, free RIC, free Skeet (Foenem, let's get it)
Bitch better not say shit to none of my niggas, ayy (Bitch)

Quarantine, pop out with them killers, shit be boring me (Let's get it)
Got her titties done and I'm the reason, don't be ignorin' me (Bitch)
Foenem died flukey, they too happy, shit be blowing me (Let's get it)
Textin' bitches bringing up my name, they be showin' me (Man, what?)
Hellcats, run up on that wide-body, his head stretched (Yeah)
Clean gun, I take the switch off, put it in my headrest (Yeah)
I drive far, you don't take care of your fam, what you alive for?
Same niggas screamin' that they gang, the one I die for
Blick blick, chopper chop-chop, Glock fah-fah (Fah-fah)
Trench baby, got it out the mud, I'm a rockstar (Rockstar)
Every nigga 'round me got a bag, on my mama (Gang, gang)
He killed me in his comments, I killed him with these commas (Yeah)
Free Steve 'nem, free Jam 'nem, free 'Nine 'nem
Money on you dead, just take it out 'cause you can't dine in
I got killers with outstanding warrants that still be flyin' in (Still be flyin' in)
Screamin' you gon' slide, if you gon' slide, then nigga, slide then (Slide, slide)
I'm from the 'Raq, where the gangsters at, lil' bro, paint his ass (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Glock with beam, look like laser tag, you can't save his ass (Yeah)
Wet him up, bro'nem bath his ass, bro'nem chase his ass (Yeah)
Bro'nem face his ass, I relate to that, I relate to that (Man, what?)

That Patek can't bust but you know me
Holding for the 4's, bitch, I'm holding for the East
On the count of three, everybody yell free RIC, free Skeet
Free RIC, free Kwe, free RIC, free Meech
On the count of three, everybody yell free RIC, free Meech
Free RIC, free Tee, free RIC, free Skeet
Bitch better not say shit to none of my niggas, ayy