FreeGame (feat. Official.Mani)

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Hey mani, you see what bro said about you
Hell yeah, bro called me a head
It's cool, I got some shit for him
I already know what time it is, get this shit rolling

Yeah, yeah, spark that wood
Y'all
That shit sound real good in the headphones, turn that shit up
Alright

Camp shit, nigga
Shit, mani this might be the one, I ain't gonna lie
I know
I'm a stepfather, boy and girl laying in a trap, that's my stepdaughter

Bitch, I done whip more ass than a stepfather
Boy and girl laying in a trap, that's my stepdaughter
Nigga, trynna, be like the camp, I told them, step harder

Nigga, yeah, this sauce ain't cheap, what's your best offer
It's a new year, bitch, you gotta get some pay
You trap it or you skim it, but just stay up out the way
My nigga Nolan got a play, so I'ma call my nigga Dray

Like you made it in a week, nah, I made it in a day
And if I want a pack gone, then I'ma call my nigga Day
And if I want his ass gone, then I'ma call my nigga Tay
And if we hop out on feet, you better make sure they lace

Cause if we catch you, then my baby sam hopping out with Drac
And we ain't hit you in your shit, then dump your body in the lake
My nigga Dray, he got a switch in he, press it with no aim
So you better not think about taking his chain

Cause if you do, then I'ma knock the fucking thoughts up out your brain
Hitting bitches from the back, they yelling out the game
Bitch, I'ma put you up on sauce, nigga, here's some free game
Yeah, we sneaking in your shit, but it's only one way

And I'm like, shh, be quiet
Nigga, where your mask at
Sneaking through the back of the trap, that's where the cash at
And I'm like, shh, be quiet

Nigga, where your mask at
Sneaking through the back of the trap, that's where the cash at
Bullet shells come out my gun, I need a trash bag
But Nol, I'm real swifty with the Glock, I'll turn past that

Wanna see me make a quarter meal
Give me six weeks
I just bought me a new whop , I finna let this bitch sing
Money quick to up the chop, he ain't jumping in no ring

Quick to cock this bitch back, and then I dump it on a pin
My nigga want a box, have my nigga Tyson in that ring
Give me a money, skeet up, you know you riding scene
And brother turn into a pill head, he steady popping peen

Money tell me hop out with glitch, now I'm on my feet
Nigga, where you at? I'm tryna come and find your love
Nigga, where you at? I'm tryna come and find your love
My little nigga turn into a feed, I see them buying blood

I just bought me a new off, I'm left a nigga with some hoes
Niggas see me pop out with four niggas, they like, there you go
Nigga, look, no
Just give me six weeks, and I can make a meal through this load

I ain't worked in three years to make a thousand off the phones
In the summer, give me three weeks, I'm dumping seven bows
A hundred twelves if they like, no, how you get it gone
Yeah, you're my phone slap, and I be running through these bows

They like, no, what you on? Can you put me on
Hell no, I ain't have nobody to put me on
Till I start to make a couple thousand off these phones
Buy a bow, flip a tits, some cash, buy some beads, where y'all money go

Money, yeah, we kick it through the back, that's where the money go
Bro, bring his fanny so he wouldn't drop his pole
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