"Free Vea" lyrics
YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics
(Henry, you ate this one)
(Cxshmxde)
They ready?
You know I be askin' 'cause I don't wanna be just take off
(Medusa Got That Pressure)
Bitch, I'ma give you a fair fight, let's do it, ha
What? what?
Nigga, Top, bitch
What? What? (Ayy)
Straight out the top of the coupe
Ayy, we be on that smack a nigga shit all day (What it is? Blrrt, Bah, Bah)
You heard me? (Baow, ayy, I been, ayy)
Northside 38, 4KTrey, pussy-ass niggas (Big Tunechi, big Tunechi, look, look, look)
Who the fuck you plan on spinnin' on? Bitch, I'm a boss and I get off
Me and my youngin walk you down
I don't wan' talk, let's bang it out
I'm paid to pop that shit on songs
My gangster bitch who found his home
My gangster bitch roll Pistol P when he was bangin' with that chrome
Nigga, uh-huh, what you said?
Bombs overhead, nigga go, blrrt
Have Vultures at your head
Cutters when we move, cutters in the trunk, nigga, cutters by the bed
Nigga take a rifle and they snipe 'em, get it through his head
Gangster, how we fuckin' play it
Ayy, we be thuggin' bad, the police wan' come raid some
Ayy, opps know we cut up bad, get on they ass and stain some
Glocks, Carbons, FNs and ARPs
9s, Smith & Wesson .40s, nigga, and we got XDs
Out the window, I'm gon' squeeze this rapidly with this machine
All black Jeedy Wheats, we in the streets, tryna pin some to the scene
On the curb we swerved and rock out, I tell Trell, "Fly to me"
Fuck a nigga, I ain't never worried, I live my life like c'est la vie
With this TEC I plan to kill
Nigga, stop the whip, we can get on feet
The stock on flip, hangin' on your waist
Lil Top in here, I'ma make shit bleed
Come off the hip, take off his face
Another smacked 'em, youngins trill
I been playin' 'em all close, I want 'em killed, fuck 'em
I been plannin' all year, I want 'em drilled, fuck 'em
Nigga, bring your ass in here, you know we clutchin'
What we got?
Glocks, Carbons, FNs and ARPs
9s, Smith & Wesson .40s, nigga, and we got XDs
Nigga, what the business is? (Ayy)
Who the witness is?
I'll get you fucked good by a thot and get your stupid ass killed, boy
Press who? We packin' steel, boy
Control the gutter with these cutters
Free my motherfuckin' Vulture, thug, I love you (Blrrt)
What we got?
Choppers, Glocks and Carbons 15s, we got 'em
Choppers, Glocks and Carbons 15s, we got 'em
Choppers, Glocks and Carbons 15s, we got 'em
Choppers, Glocks and Carbons 15s, nigga, yeah
(Henry, you ate this one)
(Cxshmxde)
They ready?
You know I be askin' 'cause I don't wanna be just take off
(Medusa Got That Pressure)
Bitch, I'ma give you a fair fight, let's do it, ha
What? what?
Nigga, Top, bitch
What? What? (Ayy)
Straight out the top of the coupe
Ayy, we be on that smack a nigga shit all day (What it is? Blrrt, Bah, Bah)
You heard me? (Baow, ayy, I been, ayy)
Northside 38, 4KTrey, pussy-ass niggas (Big Tunechi, big Tunechi, look, look, look)
Who the fuck you plan on spinnin' on? Bitch, I'm a boss and I get off
Me and my youngin walk you down
I don't wan' talk, let's bang it out
I'm paid to pop that shit on songs
My gangster bitch who found his home
My gangster bitch roll Pistol P when he was bangin' with that chrome
Nigga, uh-huh, what you said?
Bombs overhead, nigga go, blrrt
Have Vultures at your head
Cutters when we move, cutters in the trunk, nigga, cutters by the bed
Nigga take a rifle and they snipe 'em, get it through his head
Gangster, how we fuckin' play it
Ayy, we be thuggin' bad, the police wan' come raid some
Ayy, opps know we cut up bad, get on they ass and stain some
Glocks, Carbons, FNs and ARPs
9s, Smith & Wesson .40s, nigga, and we got XDs
Out the window, I'm gon' squeeze this rapidly with this machine
All black Jeedy Wheats, we in the streets, tryna pin some to the scene
On the curb we swerved and rock out, I tell Trell, "Fly to me"
Fuck a nigga, I ain't never worried, I live my life like c'est la vie
With this TEC I plan to kill
Nigga, stop the whip, we can get on feet
The stock on flip, hangin' on your waist
Lil Top in here, I'ma make shit bleed
Come off the hip, take off his face
Another smacked 'em, youngins trill
I been playin' 'em all close, I want 'em killed, fuck 'em
I been plannin' all year, I want 'em drilled, fuck 'em
Nigga, bring your ass in here, you know we clutchin'
What we got?
Glocks, Carbons, FNs and ARPs
9s, Smith & Wesson .40s, nigga, and we got XDs
Nigga, what the business is? (Ayy)
Who the witness is?
I'll get you fucked good by a thot and get your stupid ass killed, boy
Press who? We packin' steel, boy
Control the gutter with these cutters
Free my motherfuckin' Vulture, thug, I love you (Blrrt)
What we got?
Choppers, Glocks and Carbons 15s, we got 'em
Choppers, Glocks and Carbons 15s, we got 'em
Choppers, Glocks and Carbons 15s, we got 'em
Choppers, Glocks and Carbons 15s, nigga, yeah
(Henry, you ate this one)
