"Free BMW" lyrics
(Free my fuckin' line, you heard?)
Oh God, every time we just hand out the belt, every fuckin' time
Like, free my fuckin' line, free Fro, free Wod, free all my niggas
Free TJ, free all my fuckin' niggas, free Mel off the anklet, everything nigga
Baow, flick, that's the sound of the heater, like, double hand on the G, I could teach ya'
Double cup with the triss in the liter, beam on his back, as in follow the leader
Free BMW, on that scene, got to clean up, like, free Mel, nigga blazin' for Peter
Fro get to bangin' on shit, like he Jeter
Like, free all the bros we gon' hold they feet up
Cars, scooters, bikes, bus, scappin' 'em down if he not one of us
Beatin' 'em down with the back of the gun, get to flickin' with aim, it was big one-on-one
Spin with the 'Wokk, 'cause they get me upset, like, free Ron, Mr. Bang-For-The-Set
Brim to the Stone, get to bangin' on chest, its a M and M what? Nigga, you know the rest
Bullets is burnin', bro started bangin' the drill, now he learnin'
2-3 zone, blitzin' the left and the back, I'm in the right-hand, lurkin'
Niggas was cool, but they keep mentionin' Nu, now we gon' hand out the belt
I don't know why they do it, they know we throw for the Jet, bullets is makin 'em melt
Aight, bet, niggas wanna act for the 'gram? We made them lil' niggas run
I ain't gonna lie, them niggas came to the Pzz, but we start bussin' the gun
Like, free the gang, once you get hit by the G, no restart, nigga done
Ask 'bout the opps, we smoke the Jet out the pack, who put that boy in the blunt?
Quai, Dollaz, Bino, hit, Quai got shot in his leg, did a flip
Q got left in the store, should have dipped, beat on the 4, we the reason they diss
Joshy, Tino, they in the blunt, Pop Rolla beat, who gon' do what?
I got the G, why the fuck would I bluff? If you run into me, then your ass out of luck, like
Had to show 'em who glitch, I done emptied the clip when they came my strip
It's just me and the Blazer, flick with the big .4O, or Lou start throwin' a fit, like, like
SySy be buzzin', I love him to death, 'cause I know that he troopin'
.40s n .9s when the kids get to hoopin', they know that we rappin' and doin' the shootin'
Bino, headshot, he got me booted, I need a blunt, he got me zooted
Back of the Kreeps, ski, gloves, glasses, like, word to bro let's do it
EGK, we threw shots, Damo steamin', roll up the Gotz
Back of the 2 with the .9, I'm on hots, give a fuck about rappin', not passin' the rock
Oh God, every time we just hand out the belt, every fuckin' time
Like, free my fuckin' line, free Fro, free Wod, free all my niggas
Free TJ, free all my fuckin' niggas, free Mel off the anklet, everything nigga
Baow, flick, that's the sound of the heater, like, double hand on the G, I could teach ya'
Double cup with the triss in the liter, beam on his back, as in follow the leader
Free BMW, on that scene, got to clean up, like, free Mel, nigga blazin' for Peter
Fro get to bangin' on shit, like he Jeter
Like, free all the bros we gon' hold they feet up
Cars, scooters, bikes, bus, scappin' 'em down if he not one of us
Beatin' 'em down with the back of the gun, get to flickin' with aim, it was big one-on-one
Spin with the 'Wokk, 'cause they get me upset, like, free Ron, Mr. Bang-For-The-Set
Brim to the Stone, get to bangin' on chest, its a M and M what? Nigga, you know the rest
Bullets is burnin', bro started bangin' the drill, now he learnin'
2-3 zone, blitzin' the left and the back, I'm in the right-hand, lurkin'
Niggas was cool, but they keep mentionin' Nu, now we gon' hand out the belt
I don't know why they do it, they know we throw for the Jet, bullets is makin 'em melt
Aight, bet, niggas wanna act for the 'gram? We made them lil' niggas run
I ain't gonna lie, them niggas came to the Pzz, but we start bussin' the gun
Like, free the gang, once you get hit by the G, no restart, nigga done
Ask 'bout the opps, we smoke the Jet out the pack, who put that boy in the blunt?
Quai, Dollaz, Bino, hit, Quai got shot in his leg, did a flip
Q got left in the store, should have dipped, beat on the 4, we the reason they diss
Joshy, Tino, they in the blunt, Pop Rolla beat, who gon' do what?
I got the G, why the fuck would I bluff? If you run into me, then your ass out of luck, like
Had to show 'em who glitch, I done emptied the clip when they came my strip
It's just me and the Blazer, flick with the big .4O, or Lou start throwin' a fit, like, like
SySy be buzzin', I love him to death, 'cause I know that he troopin'
.40s n .9s when the kids get to hoopin', they know that we rappin' and doin' the shootin'
Bino, headshot, he got me booted, I need a blunt, he got me zooted
Back of the Kreeps, ski, gloves, glasses, like, word to bro let's do it
EGK, we threw shots, Damo steamin', roll up the Gotz
Back of the 2 with the .9, I'm on hots, give a fuck about rappin', not passin' the rock
