Free Cash
438Snappy
GENRE
Hook
Hop in the mosh pit
He trynna start shit
Hop In The whip wit a stick
In my arm pit
We beat his ass
And he try to squash shit
I’m on the block
Wit a zip of that hi tec
I want him dead
But he ain’t been found yet
Lurk on his block
Every day like a stalker
I’m find his bitch ass
Put him in a body bag
Read between the lines
Just like polygraph
Verse
Dip
N
Four flat
Skirt
We on that
Feel like beezy
We hitting hard hat
100 percent flip
Just like a cartwheel
We got the block hot
Just like a sunrise
That nigga on tik tok
We make em kick rock
Nigga run up
100 shots make a bitch Drop
Just like a pot hole
We got a strict code
Jit tried to run up
We took that jit soul
Smooth like a tip toе
Act like a straight hoe
He told on his partna
But hе say that he gang tho
Niggas be sweet
They soft like mangos
Oops pull up
I put in a cheat code
Call up my Chico
Vato name Tito
Clips they fat
Look like burrito
My nigga Versace
Look like the migos
Cool ass choppa
Call it Carlito
We throw a rocket
It like torpedos
We don’t fade niggas
We drive by in stelos
Stop talking bout beef
U really don’t squeeze bro
We was 16 plotting on kilos
Cash in the back of the whip wit a piece tho
Nigga run up he dead diseased hoe
Free cash
Whoopty wu
Rip nino
Rip Chico
Niggas get popped trynna play like they street bro
He peeped thru the blinds
Got shot thru the peep hole
Tie up a nigga like
Suit n tuxedo
We get them chip
Like we work at casino
Lottery ticket
Bih we hit for a kilo
Feeling like curry
We never miss free throw
Beefing wit a nigga
But where is the cheese bro
Cash woulda been came back if it wasn’t for Rico
RIP JayJay
Speak on bro ain’t nun but mellee
Niggas pop out at y’a spot
Make y’a vacate
Screaming out gang gang
We really bang bang
Flexing wit that sack and we taking yo chain chain gang
I’ll never stop screaming out dead game
Hook
Hop in the mosh pit
He trynna start shit
Hop In The whip wit a stick
In my arm pit
We beat his ass
And he try to squash shit
I’m on the block
Wit a zip of that hi tec
I want him dead
But he ain’t been found yet
Lurk on his block
Every day like a stalker
I’m find his bitch ass
Put him in a body bag
Read between the lines
Just like polygraph
Hop in the mosh pit
He trynna start shit
Hop In The whip wit a stick
In my arm pit
We beat his ass
And he try to squash shit
I’m on the block
Wit a zip of that hi tec
I want him dead
But he ain’t been found yet
Lurk on his block
Every day like a stalker
I’m find his bitch ass
Put him in a body bag
Read between the lines
Just like polygraph
Verse
Dip
N
Four flat
Skirt
We on that
Feel like beezy
We hitting hard hat
100 percent flip
Just like a cartwheel
We got the block hot
Just like a sunrise
That nigga on tik tok
We make em kick rock
Nigga run up
100 shots make a bitch Drop
Just like a pot hole
We got a strict code
Jit tried to run up
We took that jit soul
Smooth like a tip toе
Act like a straight hoe
He told on his partna
But hе say that he gang tho
Niggas be sweet
They soft like mangos
Oops pull up
I put in a cheat code
Call up my Chico
Vato name Tito
Clips they fat
Look like burrito
My nigga Versace
Look like the migos
Cool ass choppa
Call it Carlito
We throw a rocket
It like torpedos
We don’t fade niggas
We drive by in stelos
Stop talking bout beef
U really don’t squeeze bro
We was 16 plotting on kilos
Cash in the back of the whip wit a piece tho
Nigga run up he dead diseased hoe
Free cash
Whoopty wu
Rip nino
Rip Chico
Niggas get popped trynna play like they street bro
He peeped thru the blinds
Got shot thru the peep hole
Tie up a nigga like
Suit n tuxedo
We get them chip
Like we work at casino
Lottery ticket
Bih we hit for a kilo
Feeling like curry
We never miss free throw
Beefing wit a nigga
But where is the cheese bro
Cash woulda been came back if it wasn’t for Rico
RIP JayJay
Speak on bro ain’t nun but mellee
Niggas pop out at y’a spot
Make y’a vacate
Screaming out gang gang
We really bang bang
Flexing wit that sack and we taking yo chain chain gang
I’ll never stop screaming out dead game
Hook
Hop in the mosh pit
He trynna start shit
Hop In The whip wit a stick
In my arm pit
We beat his ass
And he try to squash shit
I’m on the block
Wit a zip of that hi tec
I want him dead
But he ain’t been found yet
Lurk on his block
Every day like a stalker
I’m find his bitch ass
Put him in a body bag
Read between the lines
Just like polygraph
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