Free the gang, Bitch We just been letting them thangs go Have a opp go hop like pogo Bitch, and my gun gotta stick no homo Like, gang, What's the word? You cannot talk on the shit that occurred Off the lean my vision is blurred Poppin' two yellows that's what I prefer Like, I do not fuck with the thirds I cannot talk on the shit that just stirred Still rapping I'm so underrated All of the love in my chest it just faded I'm her Daddy she want me to spank it But I can't no more bitch you traded All of the love that we had, shit wasted And I bought a new gun, upgraded Locked up I was so frustrated And she don't want me and she state it Why would you play with my heart, shit basic And I know you be sneakin' all places He running you know that we chasing I did not spin through this block for no racin' Spin through and you know we erasing Trey pound I ain't dropping no cases All the info, the cops obtaining Niggas they be in the room explaining All night with this gun bitch I'm praying Niggas laughing, they thinking shit funny I'm toting this gun bitch I'm really not playing If I'm upping this gun bitch I'm spraying, like I ain't upping no tone for displaying Dissing on bro I just had to repay him Say that she want me but she always playing Still free Fetty, Niggas writing statements Hood Star on the Rey we don't play that Niggas be talking, enough of that chit chat We making movies they be making clips Don't spin in no V, Get flipped, like That's on bro I go dumb for this shit Like, pass me a sheff and you know I'm going gon' click Baddie she shaking, rubbin' on the knocks Spin through the opp we clearing up that strip Hit every target know we not gon' miss Throw to the [?] Emptied out the clip That's on bro if he run imma blitz Dubski ran now he inna spliff Niggass be saying they do shit but they don't do shit But they don't do shit When the fuck they gonna spin Yus Gz you the face of the what, like Stop dissing like you ain't get hit And Lil Nesty, you know what I do Can't stain on this beat so I'mma keep it cool It's a lie I can't [?] on this track Just know that we winning, you can check the stats And Bando got hit that's facts I'mma leave it like that, it's the end of the track, like Grra, I'mma leave it like that, it's the end of this track, like Oh yeah JiggyMane got shot by a bitch Niggas be dissing don't come out west My niggas head tap don't hit no chest, like, gang Nigga got hit in his head Why you waste that bread, Why you buy that vest Niggas be dissing and geeking Diss C-Hii, yeah you know we gon' bleed him, like Uh, what we did with the Thotties Bitches be suckin and swallowin for molly Give her two bands she gon' setup a hommie I had to tell that bitch don't call me Don't do drills, don't do shit slappy, like Bitches be saying they love me Over my head, man that shit way above me Uh, like how imma trust em' Fuck with the opps I know why she bummin' Played in the middle so gang got to bussin', gang No you won't catch me lacking Caught him at the light got left in traffic, uh Only speak on shit happened Blitz that nigga, don't play same [?] Gang told me be cautious I'm off the henny reminiscing these losses How in the fuck is we bosses All of this street shit look what it cost us We the ones dying, you niggas just watch us Niggas be hating they still trying to block us Fuck with the Haitians got love from the Shottas Bitch on-line she still tryn' chase it I'm in my thoughts, like, look all the time we wasted All of my memories, gotta erase it This shit dead like I gotta face it Blow a bitch back out just to escape it My niggas kill shit, don't do waiting We kill time don't do no patience Diss C-Hii you gon' die no debating, gang