Freed Style Lyrics

Aint no more talking

I'm finna fuck it up

Like how my lungs coughin

I'm sounding sick af

Must got my blunt laced

You said you finna what

You got me fucked up

Bitch I be fucked up

I got my bottle drippin

Molly water sippin

I'm in a mosh pit banging on a pile of bitches

I'm finna blast off

Aye fuck it mask off

And i aint trynna casue a sence but homie back off

Aye what yo hoe say and why she talking out

Already beat that pussy up on her mommy couch

Can't fuck with nobody I'm on some different clout

So many snakes in the grass had to cut em out

That's why my goons ready

My homies wyling out

I said we pullin up

We stacking in yo house

We all be fucked up

My bottles bouncing out

Pussy boy cracked out

With all these drugs round

My bitch be smoking gas

She make that pussy prounce

I got her whole ass

She make that booty bounce

I let yo bitch smash

She yellin wear me out

Can't let no puss ass

Fuck up on my ounce

I got my goons ready