"Free Em" lyrics
Yeah
I'm back in the V, yeah (I was I was [?])
I'm back in the- [?]
Ayy, free Wunna, free YSL (Free 'em)
She wanna fuck 'cause I'm fly as hell (I'm hot)
She told me your man is a goofy
And she wanna do me, I told her she might as well (Come on)
My life is a movie, get high as Hell
Every first of the month, I'ma buy a bale
Lil' bruh got a new stick, it was cheap
Yeah, he got it low like a fire sale
Yeah, I got it loaded, that firearm
Got so much money, could buy a bomb
I got VVS diamonds in my charm
Made your bitch fall asleep, she in my arms
But I told her no, no, you gotta get up
Sleepin' on me, made the ho sit to sit up
These bitches pickin' like we playin' pick up
You mad 'cause I hit her, well you can get hit up
Hit with a stick and you can't even get up
Been on my grind, I cannot do a kick up
Deep in that bag and then I had to zip up
My dawg into trappin', he know for to whip up
Game just ended, I ball from the tip up (What?)
Or the tip off (Yeah?), finna lift off
Pack get slammed like it was a hip toss
Bad bitch, she suckin' dick in her loose socks (Damn, bitch, I hear the sad boy come back in and say)
Okay, let's go
Rockin' the meat like I'm Teddy, you play, I'ma [?], ran down like I'm fetty (Grrah)
Don't play on me, baby, I'm petty (Do not)
I'm finna take you to Paris, so baby, be ready
I'm cuttin' up like machete (Chop-chop)
Bitch I'm rockin' Off-White like I'm Betty (Off-White)
That lil' bitch got that wop like Fetty (On gang)
Bitch, I'm uppin' that Glock, I'm ready
Ayy, free Wunna, free Shiesty (Free 'em)
Everything that I do is precisely (On God)
Bad bitch not wifey, give it a pipey
I'm shootin' like Harden, lil' bitch, I'm a righty
I feel like dazed love, they won't try me
Bitch, I be sticked up, they won't rob me
I'm tryna get back shots, she wan' ride me
I'm rockin' Chrome Hearts, not Tommy
Yeah, this some slatt like Diamond said
Boy, where the hell your diamonds at?
You gotta go get your weight up
If you hungry, go make you a plater
I keep workin' all night, I'ma stay up
Shooter three with the me, it's a lay up
Yeah, they know I'm a shooter, so they better play up
You owe me some money, then you better pay up
Already should know I don't play 'bout cash
Bad bitch gettin' junk, tryna shake that ass
I wonder what night I don't make that last
[?] to my brother, I'll make that pass
[?] throw it like CP, I'm rockin' VVs
I'm makin' money, not watchin' no TV
I leave her creamy, just like a Reecee
You shakin' your chain back, go find the receipt
Hahahaha
Okay (Let's go)
Free Thug, free Rio
And that gas truly stankin', it's smellin' like B.O. (Stank)
Catchin' plays like I'm Theo
After school with my pops, had to visit his PO
[?] smokin' right after, they didn't even know it
Took a piss every month and it didn't even show it
First time I seen codiene, I didn't even pour it
But them is the reasons I talk like a poet
Don't get up on me, I'm strapped, then I blow it
So you need to back, back, back, back, back
I'm rockin' Chrome Heart jeans, and them bitches stuffed
Yeah, they got some rack-rack-racks
I ain't have a pen in my backpack
Takin' naps, I'll worry 'bout rap checks, yeah
His snitch got caught with a rachet, bitch
Yeah, ayy
Free Wunna, free YSL (Free 'em)
Ayy, free Wunna, free Thug (Free 'em)
Free Wunna, free YSL (Free 'em)
Ayy, free Wunna, free Thug
Ayy, free all the guys
I'm back in the V, yeah (I was I was [?])
I'm back in the- [?]
Ayy, free Wunna, free YSL (Free 'em)
She wanna fuck 'cause I'm fly as hell (I'm hot)
She told me your man is a goofy
And she wanna do me, I told her she might as well (Come on)
My life is a movie, get high as Hell
Every first of the month, I'ma buy a bale
Lil' bruh got a new stick, it was cheap
Yeah, he got it low like a fire sale
Yeah, I got it loaded, that firearm
Got so much money, could buy a bomb
I got VVS diamonds in my charm
Made your bitch fall asleep, she in my arms
But I told her no, no, you gotta get up
Sleepin' on me, made the ho sit to sit up
These bitches pickin' like we playin' pick up
You mad 'cause I hit her, well you can get hit up
Hit with a stick and you can't even get up
Been on my grind, I cannot do a kick up
Deep in that bag and then I had to zip up
My dawg into trappin', he know for to whip up
Game just ended, I ball from the tip up (What?)
Or the tip off (Yeah?), finna lift off
Pack get slammed like it was a hip toss
Bad bitch, she suckin' dick in her loose socks (Damn, bitch, I hear the sad boy come back in and say)
Okay, let's go
Rockin' the meat like I'm Teddy, you play, I'ma [?], ran down like I'm fetty (Grrah)
Don't play on me, baby, I'm petty (Do not)
I'm finna take you to Paris, so baby, be ready
I'm cuttin' up like machete (Chop-chop)
Bitch I'm rockin' Off-White like I'm Betty (Off-White)
That lil' bitch got that wop like Fetty (On gang)
Bitch, I'm uppin' that Glock, I'm ready
Ayy, free Wunna, free Shiesty (Free 'em)
Everything that I do is precisely (On God)
Bad bitch not wifey, give it a pipey
I'm shootin' like Harden, lil' bitch, I'm a righty
I feel like dazed love, they won't try me
Bitch, I be sticked up, they won't rob me
I'm tryna get back shots, she wan' ride me
I'm rockin' Chrome Hearts, not Tommy
Yeah, this some slatt like Diamond said
Boy, where the hell your diamonds at?
You gotta go get your weight up
If you hungry, go make you a plater
I keep workin' all night, I'ma stay up
Shooter three with the me, it's a lay up
Yeah, they know I'm a shooter, so they better play up
You owe me some money, then you better pay up
Already should know I don't play 'bout cash
Bad bitch gettin' junk, tryna shake that ass
I wonder what night I don't make that last
[?] to my brother, I'll make that pass
[?] throw it like CP, I'm rockin' VVs
I'm makin' money, not watchin' no TV
I leave her creamy, just like a Reecee
You shakin' your chain back, go find the receipt
Hahahaha
Okay (Let's go)
Free Thug, free Rio
And that gas truly stankin', it's smellin' like B.O. (Stank)
Catchin' plays like I'm Theo
After school with my pops, had to visit his PO
[?] smokin' right after, they didn't even know it
Took a piss every month and it didn't even show it
First time I seen codiene, I didn't even pour it
But them is the reasons I talk like a poet
Don't get up on me, I'm strapped, then I blow it
So you need to back, back, back, back, back
I'm rockin' Chrome Heart jeans, and them bitches stuffed
Yeah, they got some rack-rack-racks
I ain't have a pen in my backpack
Takin' naps, I'll worry 'bout rap checks, yeah
His snitch got caught with a rachet, bitch
Yeah, ayy
Free Wunna, free YSL (Free 'em)
Ayy, free Wunna, free Thug (Free 'em)
Free Wunna, free YSL (Free 'em)
Ayy, free Wunna, free Thug
Ayy, free all the guys
