"FREE5 (Green Light PT 2)" lyrics
It's 'cause I'm a better man than you Rick
'Cause I can be here, I'll fight for it(Like)
But you come back here and you just destroy everything(M Row)
(Jelly Onnat)
You got a weak boy (Quak is on the beat, yo)
We ain't got the first clue on how to fix it
Raise your gun- (Boo, Like)
Damn, damn
Like
I had to TP from the drillin'
I'm keeping it P, 'cause the cops really watching my vids
They said I'm promotin' the killin'
I just let it be known that the opps really flockin' at kids
Y'all can't wait to see who? Oh that's Mikey Rowe, I really be flocking to live
Kapp9ine, don't cap in your tracks, you never got back since the day you got beat up on vid'
Get out of the booth and go pick up a gun, like bitch, I already did
Jay Hound, next time that you speak on my name
Make sure that that track that you makin' ain't mid
Jay5ive said he know where I live
Like, why you ain't blast?
You know how I get, maneuver, black for the fit
A-after I'm done, I'ma switch
Relly Gunz got hopped, kicking his legs in the air
On the floor tryna yell like a bitch
Stop saying my name in your tracks, you never got back
You just went to the stu' to go diss
What it's gon' take for you to start crashin'?
Why the fuck is you outside lackin'?
Target practice, and you not active
Pick up your gun and go start clappin'
Like up it aim it blast it
Spin by myself, no distractions
Movie action, not doing no cappin'
Spin trough hop out, I ain't doin' no passin'
Came through five times in a week, it's a habit
Light on my gun, I call it a gadget
Like, we the ones causing a madness
Hospitals, funerals, sadness
Farewell, he in a casket
Free throw, caught us a basket
This for my fans who don't wanna hear sad shit
Like let me turn on my savage (Word to bro)
Fuck all that talkin', I don't care for no threats
**** got shot in his 'jects
Bullet went through his back to his chest
He was breathin' for air, he was tryin' his best
Why the fuck is y'all tappin' ya'll necks?
Like **** got shot in his head
Mad niggas died its not making no sense
Y'all never got back and that's word to my dead (Skrrt)
Not countin' no scenes, nigga saw me in traffic
Flick a-a-and they was shooting from deep
Glocks, shots, they automatic
Click it watch how the bullets repeat
Send shots through my sweater, he ain't know that I had it
Made it back, mission complete
Empty the clip, bullets at it
Now on my side, right back on the street
'Cause I can be here, I'll fight for it(Like)
But you come back here and you just destroy everything(M Row)
(Jelly Onnat)
You got a weak boy (Quak is on the beat, yo)
We ain't got the first clue on how to fix it
Raise your gun- (Boo, Like)
Damn, damn
Like
I had to TP from the drillin'
I'm keeping it P, 'cause the cops really watching my vids
They said I'm promotin' the killin'
I just let it be known that the opps really flockin' at kids
Y'all can't wait to see who? Oh that's Mikey Rowe, I really be flocking to live
Kapp9ine, don't cap in your tracks, you never got back since the day you got beat up on vid'
Get out of the booth and go pick up a gun, like bitch, I already did
Jay Hound, next time that you speak on my name
Make sure that that track that you makin' ain't mid
Jay5ive said he know where I live
Like, why you ain't blast?
You know how I get, maneuver, black for the fit
A-after I'm done, I'ma switch
Relly Gunz got hopped, kicking his legs in the air
On the floor tryna yell like a bitch
Stop saying my name in your tracks, you never got back
You just went to the stu' to go diss
What it's gon' take for you to start crashin'?
Why the fuck is you outside lackin'?
Target practice, and you not active
Pick up your gun and go start clappin'
Like up it aim it blast it
Spin by myself, no distractions
Movie action, not doing no cappin'
Spin trough hop out, I ain't doin' no passin'
Came through five times in a week, it's a habit
Light on my gun, I call it a gadget
Like, we the ones causing a madness
Hospitals, funerals, sadness
Farewell, he in a casket
Free throw, caught us a basket
This for my fans who don't wanna hear sad shit
Like let me turn on my savage (Word to bro)
Fuck all that talkin', I don't care for no threats
**** got shot in his 'jects
Bullet went through his back to his chest
He was breathin' for air, he was tryin' his best
Why the fuck is y'all tappin' ya'll necks?
Like **** got shot in his head
Mad niggas died its not making no sense
Y'all never got back and that's word to my dead (Skrrt)
Not countin' no scenes, nigga saw me in traffic
Flick a-a-and they was shooting from deep
Glocks, shots, they automatic
Click it watch how the bullets repeat
Send shots through my sweater, he ain't know that I had it
Made it back, mission complete
Empty the clip, bullets at it
Now on my side, right back on the street
