Free My Dawgs ft. Boog3x Lyrics

(Ayo P turn me up)

(Bleeda)

(Hey, turn me the fuck up)

(Free my dawgs)

Crack that seal! I'm finna drown my feelings (Keisha)

Gave my dawg a twenty-piece, but no fries came with it (Damn)

How the fuck you think I'm feeling?

Watched his best friend turned to a witness (Pussy)

And we ain't got the same pops, but you couldn't tell the difference (You can't)

I'm just riding, reminiscing, remember cold nights in them trenches? ('member?)

And we thuggin all night, in that field we gon' blitz 'em (Blitz 'em)

Two shots at his top, I just wish we didn't miss him (Fuck)

If you coming from the two, get a one-way ticket to penitentiary (Damn)

I stood on ten for six years, pussy boy you wouldn't make it (You wouldn't make it)

Still got keys in the trunk so them pigs they gotta chase me (Fuck 12)

Spittin' at laws in they faces, bitch you gon' have to mace me

For them rats I ain't got no patience (I don't)

Stuff that blue cheese in the basement (In the basement)

Commissary, envelopes, collect calls

And I ain't talking kennels bitch, free my dawgs

I remember early mornings, late nights inside them walls

Hold your head up thug when you touchdown we gon' ball

Commissary, envelopes, collect calls

And I ain't talking kennels bitch, free my dawgs

I remember early mornings, late nights inside them walls

Hold your head up thug when you touchdown we gon' ball

Last call for commissary, what you know about them walls? (Last call)

If you ain't stiff with them shoulders then you better watch your mouth (Watch yo' jaw)

Turn my bunk into a trap, that K2 I'm getting off (Some of that spicy)

Store day collecting soups, you ain't got yo' debt, I'm in yo' mouth (I'm in yo' shit)

I respect the game but nowadays everybody playing foul (Playing foul)

They pussy with no morals and they quick to throw the towel

Had the block on lock (Lock)

Been a minute since Boog went to Chow (Fuck 12)

Treat it like the free world, if you ain't got no bread you can't come around

I was on lock, now I'm thumbing out (Thumbing out)

Bro on lock, I'm back out (I'm back out)

Can they take me back and let you out?

Only lord knows, let me shut my mouth (Shhh)

I'm aggravated let me drop four ounces

I'm from 512, I been to every trap house

I was kicking rocks, I was chopping onions

Now I'm cutting bricks, get it out the oven (Chopping bricks)

Commissary, envelopes, collect calls

And I ain't talking kennels bitch, free my dawgs

I remember early mornings, late nights inside them walls

Hold your head up thug when you touchdown we gon' ball

Commissary, envelopes, collect calls

And I ain't talking kennels bitch, free my dawgs

I remember early mornings, late nights inside them walls

Hold your head up thug when you touchdown we gon' ball