Free Da Guys

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ItsDrip

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Free the guys
I'm gone ride with that fye'
This beef with the side with the fries you could try
In the streets no lie, I'm gone slide you could die
Homicide ain't gone stop
With the fye' with the fye'
No I cannot lie got a vibe in Dubai
I just moved to cloud nine
I was getting to high
Pour some lean on that pussy
She was getting to dry
Pockets on Respusha
Just been counting dead guys
Sipping syrup on the block that's leggo my ego
And I'm my own boss I'm gone move when I say so
I got so many lines that these muhfuckas got tangled
Just because I ran off that don't mean that I hate you
I'm gone make me a way
Oh he thinking he safe
I got paper books I could turn me a page
He not built for this shit
It's all in his face
We both counting up but the faces not same
All these exotic packs
I feel like Tony Montana
With all of these racks I could turn up your channel
I'm posted up like da caption and the Banner
He get lit up bout that green
Just like the green lantern
I'm good in my hood but I still need the fye'
When you having motion they don't care bout' what side
They cant lock me up I'm not seeing Kawhi
This weed so loud like Mary J Blige
Free the guys
Ima ride with the fye'
This beef with the side with the fries you could try
In the streets I'm gone slide no lie you could die
Homicide ain't gone stop
With the fye' with the fye'
No I cannot lie got a vibe in Dubai
I just moved to cloud nine
I was getting to high
Pour some lean on that pussy
She was getting to dry
Pockets on Respusha
I been counting dead guys
I'm gone slide with that K,okay
Smoke laced, we straight
Got that K where we stay
I'm gone aim through the face
I can't see through these frames
All this smoke I create
I ain't ate in so long that I forgot to say grace
See the Narcs, I'm gone spark up this wood like the bark
I'm gone drop off the top of the roof of my car
Only f*ck her three times
Cuz' that three who we are
If I keep sipping lines it's gone take me to Mars
Shoot em' replay, Hit the freeway
Shoot em' replay, Hit the freeway
Designer PJ's
He thought that his Street Safe
He get hit up like D Day
Your bitch know you a cheapskate
I'm gone shoot like my teammate
Backends no delay
We burn em' cremate
She wet, sea waves
That shit decay
Free the guys
Ima ride with that fye'
This beef with the side with the fries you could try
In the streets I'm gone slide no lie you could die
Homicide ain't gone stop
With the fye' with the fye'
No I cannot lie got a vibe in Dubai
I just moved to cloud nine
I was getting to high
Pour some lean on that pussy
She was getting to dry
Pockets on Respusha
I been counting dead guys
I'm gone slide with that K,okay
Smoke laced, we straight
Got that K where we stay
I'm gone aim through the face
I cant see though these frames
All this smoke I create
I ain't ate in so long that I forgot to say grace
See the Narcs, I'm gone spark up this wood like the bark
I'm gone drop off the top of the roof of my car
Only f*ck her three times
Cuz' that three who we are
If I keep sipping lines it's gone take me to Mars

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