Free of Charge Lyrics

Doing nothing free of charge, I be always staying busy

Hopping in the push to start, then we fucking up the city

Bitch I'm boutta be a star, trynna run me up a milli

See my name up on the charts, so she popping out a titty

Trynna leave him in the dark, trigger finger getting itchy

We gon leave him wit a scar, we gon spin until we dizzy

Aint been there from the start, I dont want your fuckin pity

Yeah I gotta move real smart, know that shit can get real gritty

They know I'm a fucking problem boy, I'm boutta wet ya partner boy

You better watch ya mouth lil boy, aint listening to all the noise

You should've ducked like I'm the voice, you play and ima send the boys

We spinnin in that fucking royce, make sure we take way all ya joy

Like what the fuck you talking bout, gon show you what we all about

Got drop and now we on a route, gon make sure that ya momma pout

Mind my biz and smoke my loud, aint chasing any fucking clout

Add some o's to my account, just get my bread and then I'm out

They always scared to take a risk but I done did that

Gotta get up out the whip, smoking on that mid pack

Yeah you and me and me dont mix, boy you got me big mad

Better up ya pockets quick, ya life look a lil sad

How you shooting from like point blank, still aont hit him in the face

Yeah I can't be fucking wit you, cuz you talkin to the jakes

How you fucking on a skank, then you went and caught a case

And you told em what you knew, aint supposed to leave a trace

Bitch I said we on that money shit, aint fucking wit that funny shit

That hit you in ya tummy shit, can't let you take shit from me shit

Aint on that buddy buddy shit, Should know you got and ugly bitch

That we gon leave you bloody shit, that hoping we stay lucky shit

Like what the fuck is up with you, you down then I was down

Was my brother I fucked wit you, now cant have you around

Shit I thought you had fuckin grew, still always run ya mouth

Like damn I should've fuckin knew, that you was still a clown

Doing nun free of charge, I be always staying busy

Hopping in the push to start, then we fucking up the city

Bitch I'm bout to be a star, trynna run me up a milli

See my name up on the charts, so she popping out a titty

Trynna leave him in the dark, trigger finger getting itchy

We gon leave him wit a scar, we gon spin until we dizzy

Aint been there from the start, I dont want your fuckin pity

Yeah I gotta move real smart, know that shit can get real gritty