Free my nigga out them chains that what I'm steady screamin
And I got ice on top my veins to keep me from bleedin
And bitches cheat an they gon' f*ck' and still will eat your seaman
And I'm a big dog in your city, that's why you still breathe
Ice packs, ain't talk about no diamonds, it ain't cold enough
Steady flashin' money, that's what gon' get your pockets pluck
Armed robbery, he pull his gun out, then he froze up
I'ma pull my pole out, let it bang, cause death chose us
I can't go out like no f*ckin' hoe
I can't go out bad, I cannot leave this bitch without puttin' on a f*ckin' show
Diamonds on his teeth, he done got froze
He scared to pull that trigger, now we sendin' that f*ck, nigga
Straight to God, and that's on God, nigga
And my nigga known for pullin' cards, you better not act out
I got guns that's bigger than my partner, but he still killin
I got niggas in the city, and they known for gettin, busy
I don't bangin' or none of that, but I got niggas that's rollin' 60s
I had got my weight up, got my tape up done
This is not no one-on-one, you know I'm bout to shoot that gun
Blicky, it get sticky like her pussy, like it's on something
Yeah, I spread your life cuz, f*ck, nigga, you don't owe me nothin
I'll get you hit with that motherf*ckin' old money
Never been a bitch, got your hoe droppin' neck for me
And I'm in this bitch with gang
Yeah, and I'm in this bitch with them
Yeah, ayy
And I'm in this bitch with olarboys for life
Olarboys for life, I'm Southside E&T until I die, nigga
Yeah
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Free my nigga out them chains that what I'm steady screamin
And I got ice on top my veins to keep me from bleedin
And bitches cheat an they gon' f*ck' and still will eat your seaman
And I'm a big dog in your city, that's why you still breathe
Ice packs, ain't talk about no diamonds, it ain't cold enough
Steady flashin' money, that's what gon' get your pockets pluck
Armed robbery, he pull his gun out, then he froze up
I'ma pull my pole out, let it bang, cause death chose us
I can't go out like no f*ckin' hoe
I can't go out bad, I cannot leave this bitch without puttin' on a f*ckin' show
Diamonds on his teeth, he done got froze
He scared to pull that trigger, now we sendin' that f*ck, nigga
Straight to God, and that's on God, nigga
And my nigga known for pullin' cards, you better not act out
I got guns that's bigger than my partner, but he still killin
I got niggas in the city, and they known for gettin, busy
I don't bangin' or none of that, but I got niggas that's rollin' 60s
I had got my weight up, got my tape up done
This is not no one-on-one, you know I'm bout to shoot that gun
Blicky, it get sticky like her pussy, like it's on something
Yeah, I spread your life cuz, f*ck, nigga, you don't owe me nothin
I'll get you hit with that motherf*ckin' old money
Never been a bitch, got your hoe droppin' neck for me
And I'm in this bitch with gang
Yeah, and I'm in this bitch with them
Yeah, ayy
And I'm in this bitch with olarboys for life
Olarboys for life, I'm Southside E&T until I die, nigga
Yeah
And I got ice on top my veins to keep me from bleedin
And bitches cheat an they gon' f*ck' and still will eat your seaman
And I'm a big dog in your city, that's why you still breathe
Ice packs, ain't talk about no diamonds, it ain't cold enough
Steady flashin' money, that's what gon' get your pockets pluck
Armed robbery, he pull his gun out, then he froze up
I'ma pull my pole out, let it bang, cause death chose us
I can't go out like no f*ckin' hoe
I can't go out bad, I cannot leave this bitch without puttin' on a f*ckin' show
Diamonds on his teeth, he done got froze
He scared to pull that trigger, now we sendin' that f*ck, nigga
Straight to God, and that's on God, nigga
And my nigga known for pullin' cards, you better not act out
I got guns that's bigger than my partner, but he still killin
I got niggas in the city, and they known for gettin, busy
I don't bangin' or none of that, but I got niggas that's rollin' 60s
I had got my weight up, got my tape up done
This is not no one-on-one, you know I'm bout to shoot that gun
Blicky, it get sticky like her pussy, like it's on something
Yeah, I spread your life cuz, f*ck, nigga, you don't owe me nothin
I'll get you hit with that motherf*ckin' old money
Never been a bitch, got your hoe droppin' neck for me
And I'm in this bitch with gang
Yeah, and I'm in this bitch with them
Yeah, ayy
And I'm in this bitch with olarboys for life
Olarboys for life, I'm Southside E&T until I die, nigga
Yeah
Writer: Jaquan Johnson
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