Free Mell (feat. CTM Mell)

(FX) Glahh, Glahh I'm on hots Boom Gang They tried to kill me bitch I'm not the one Up first so they ain't even Duck How many opps in the blunt Mad opps dumb, couldn't up they gun like That's the shit they be switching they teams Yeah you fuck with the opps once you reaching the beam Yeah you switched to the opps you got shot in ya bean Rahim get back for who left in the scene I ain't politicking 'bout some other shit But the new Opp died, that's because of it Like CB's spin GP they all knowing what's gone come with it And I'm talking 'bout them from the Woo like EC he gone get it too Yeah you snitched on my ma fucking team Four, five shots gone rip through yo tee 'cause you dropped you a Watch how he scream, put the gun to his Figi like Try to spin and he still catch a shot to the what New Opp thot, Treeshy, needy She getting Neaky whatever to please me It's lit, I got the chauffeur Hitting the dash, ain't getting pulled over Got the knocks in my hand I'ma soldier If you with ya bitch than I probably know her She trying do it so creamy like She trying to hold on my knock Like, doing whatever to please me You not no Ooter, you know that you cheesy like Opp thot, I can get her shot Since you gave out my drop bitch it's shoot or get shot Spin back, got plenty of opps You died on a lick like what happened to Chop Know Chop Block get off my cock You was dropping my N you ain't spin to the North Meezo, you was ducking of course I got plenty of shots, we can link at the court Since you want to act tough in them videos pussy My Berreta trying to roar Jah yeah, we know you a faggot You ain't blacking Banga I'ma clap him I can't wait 'til I catch him in traffic Bend up on blocks and I'm spinning though Grafton Spin Washburn, seeing they reaction Spin Washburn, trying to see who flocking Jayski, fake G, why you ducking I bent blocks so tell me I left Crompton You got parked and you need special parking Bullets they burning, my demons they sparked 'em Don't lack at that park, you get parked in Oh my god what happened to Will 4 got turned to a vegetable Keys you did terrible, that unforgettable He tried to up, we ain't giving no chance (like what) Bitch I'm losing my mind of the Xan Walk in this bitch and I feel like the man Too slimy, I don't got no friends Can't lack got to keep me a dance Throw it back, she making it dance Dance, dance Throw it back, she making it dance Come here, make it clap Baby girl, throw that big booty back Come here, make it clap Baby girl, throw that big booty back Come here, make it clap Baby girl, throw that big booty back Come here, make it clap Baby girl, throw that big booty back Can't show no love, so you know she can't trap me Good dick, got her calling me daddy Shooting from deep, I'm feeling like Scotty Nigga run up, I'm catching a body I'm in the field trying to catch me a Homi Fuck that, bitch you jealous Fuck on your friend, I can care less Put in work, know that it's finished Do it for money, I don't want to be famous Put my heart in this shit, why the fuck would I lose Think I'm lacking, that nigga a fool Nigga play he gone end up on the news Nigga die he ain't nothing new Nigga die he go pick up a tool Walk in this bitch and I fuck on his boo