Free My Thugs
EBK Young Joc
GENRE
[Intro]
(Legend made another one)
[Verse 1]
I love to do the dash in the whip, it make me feel different (Skrrt)
Dog up a hundred, just hit for fifty, half a mil' ticket (Ayy)
I'ma keep bustin' until the yoppa cock and still click it
Janky as it get, I'ma strip him if I don't feel niggas (Bitch)
Okay, we outside every day, so what they lyin' for? (What the fuck?)
I nearly shot my own brother tryna pop the bag
Lots of hoes, oh, for sure, we got a lot of poles
Not to forget, boy, you know we got a lot of 'cho
When my brother up that chop, he yell, "Geronimo" (Ah-ah-ah-ah)
He think he slime, we get to pickin' out his snotty nose
I gеt him gone, that's my amigo yellin', "Adiós"
[Chorus]
Free my thugs, though (Free the thugs)
Oh, thеy want gun smoke? (Give it to 'em)
Fuck it, let that gun blow (Ah-ah-ah-ah)
So many choppers and Glocks, it look like a gun show (Bitch)
[Verse 2]
In the strip party, loaf on me, let them ones go (Where they go?)
You ain't tryna fuck, lil' bitty, what you come for? (Ayy, what the fuck?)
Hit him with the Drac' and ten milli', boy, he done for (Ah-ah-ah-ah)
Off a four with some Wock', I'm sick, he got me dumb gone
Woo, damn, I just fell asleep (Damn)
Took her out to eat, don't bring your money, baby, this on me (Leave it at the house)
Overfilled the foreign on accident, you ridin' around on E (Skrrt)
Pop a Perc', who you feelin' like? Bitch, a fuckin' beast
Before I trust a ho, I'm cleaning sand off the beach (Like what the fuck?)
What you pour up in, a Fanta? This a Crush, a peach (Hah, let me know)
Glock 30 with a thirty, I'ma up the gleek (Ah-ah-ah)
(I'ma up the gleek, I'ma up the gleek)
This that murder music, chops out, we'll beat your blocks down
Tryna ride the wave, hope he can swim, niggas might drown (Nigga)
Two poles in the coupe, just me and Trey when we ride around (Just me and bro)
Nigga, we don't do the loafin'
Blicky fully loaded, I'ma call this bitch a Super Soaker
Boys get behind me, do the dash, I ain't pullin' over
She shakin' ass, I tried to grab it, bring your doonies closer
She a cougar, caught this bitch drinking a mimosa (What the fuck?)
Do the dash in the 'Cat, fuck it, do some donuts (Skrrt)
I drink lean, not no liquor, I'll fuckin' throw up (Yeah)
He from a gang, what he bang? What the fuck he throw up? (What the fuck?)
What the fuck he throw up?
[Chorus]
Free my thugs, though (Free the thugs)
Oh, they want gun smoke? (Give it to 'em)
Fuck it, let that gun blow (Ah-ah-ah-ah)
So many choppers and Glocks, it look like a gun show (Bitch)
Free my thugs, though (Free the thugs)
Oh, they want gun smoke? (Give it to 'em)
Fuck it, let that gun blow (Ah-ah-ah-ah)
So many choppers and Glocks, it look like a gun show (Bitch)
(Legend made another one)
[Verse 1]
I love to do the dash in the whip, it make me feel different (Skrrt)
Dog up a hundred, just hit for fifty, half a mil' ticket (Ayy)
I'ma keep bustin' until the yoppa cock and still click it
Janky as it get, I'ma strip him if I don't feel niggas (Bitch)
Okay, we outside every day, so what they lyin' for? (What the fuck?)
I nearly shot my own brother tryna pop the bag
Lots of hoes, oh, for sure, we got a lot of poles
Not to forget, boy, you know we got a lot of 'cho
When my brother up that chop, he yell, "Geronimo" (Ah-ah-ah-ah)
He think he slime, we get to pickin' out his snotty nose
I gеt him gone, that's my amigo yellin', "Adiós"
[Chorus]
Free my thugs, though (Free the thugs)
Oh, thеy want gun smoke? (Give it to 'em)
Fuck it, let that gun blow (Ah-ah-ah-ah)
So many choppers and Glocks, it look like a gun show (Bitch)
[Verse 2]
In the strip party, loaf on me, let them ones go (Where they go?)
You ain't tryna fuck, lil' bitty, what you come for? (Ayy, what the fuck?)
Hit him with the Drac' and ten milli', boy, he done for (Ah-ah-ah-ah)
Off a four with some Wock', I'm sick, he got me dumb gone
Woo, damn, I just fell asleep (Damn)
Took her out to eat, don't bring your money, baby, this on me (Leave it at the house)
Overfilled the foreign on accident, you ridin' around on E (Skrrt)
Pop a Perc', who you feelin' like? Bitch, a fuckin' beast
Before I trust a ho, I'm cleaning sand off the beach (Like what the fuck?)
What you pour up in, a Fanta? This a Crush, a peach (Hah, let me know)
Glock 30 with a thirty, I'ma up the gleek (Ah-ah-ah)
(I'ma up the gleek, I'ma up the gleek)
This that murder music, chops out, we'll beat your blocks down
Tryna ride the wave, hope he can swim, niggas might drown (Nigga)
Two poles in the coupe, just me and Trey when we ride around (Just me and bro)
Nigga, we don't do the loafin'
Blicky fully loaded, I'ma call this bitch a Super Soaker
Boys get behind me, do the dash, I ain't pullin' over
She shakin' ass, I tried to grab it, bring your doonies closer
She a cougar, caught this bitch drinking a mimosa (What the fuck?)
Do the dash in the 'Cat, fuck it, do some donuts (Skrrt)
I drink lean, not no liquor, I'll fuckin' throw up (Yeah)
He from a gang, what he bang? What the fuck he throw up? (What the fuck?)
What the fuck he throw up?
[Chorus]
Free my thugs, though (Free the thugs)
Oh, they want gun smoke? (Give it to 'em)
Fuck it, let that gun blow (Ah-ah-ah-ah)
So many choppers and Glocks, it look like a gun show (Bitch)
Free my thugs, though (Free the thugs)
Oh, they want gun smoke? (Give it to 'em)
Fuck it, let that gun blow (Ah-ah-ah-ah)
So many choppers and Glocks, it look like a gun show (Bitch)
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