Freebandz Lyrics

Ayy come on man nigga

Im the biggest nigga the biggest mook checkin in nigga

Test your luck you better duck with me pussy and that's on god

Throw your cutter in the sky nigga

Let some shots fly

They on his ass they wrap him up like a mummy

Yea

Bitch i be up in the trap house all night bitch i be up till the sunny

I got packs they smellin funky

Yea

Old school serve my junkie

Round up my licks i got my dummies

Re up i got the new pack comin

I lift the weight up like this shit work out

Buddy he thought he gotta play but its burnt out

Thinking that shit going up ima see how it turn out

Me and my bros on a whole different route yea

My setup bitch in the south

Run in his spot we takin him down

Yea my neighbors told me that my work is so loud

You take two hits now you stuck in the clouds

Yea aint no more droughts we stay getting free bands

Stuck in that mud had to get out that deep end

Get to it like a addict on the weekend

My bitch want dick Ima give her that treatment

Yo bitch fuck with the kid and you peep it

Why the hell would I would listen to sneak dissin

Wet a nigga whole block they gon beat shit

Remember when them fuck niggas told me i wouldnt be shit

My bag is filled with that green shit

I dont got no time for a green bitch

I bend her back over then ima beat it

I know she goin that bitch finna eat it

All that fussin and bitchin and shit I don't need it

Yea I need a lil freak demon

Shit got rough had to get out that hell hole

Smokin that weed in LA got me mellow

Help my stress out bitch put that head low

She think she innocent but she not gettin no halo

Twin told me aint no lovin these hoes

I dont need that pussy in sports mode

I dont want it in 360 better park that hoe

New pack bitch i get it in

I got a exotic weed and i got some lows

I be hangin with my blood niggas

Yeah i love my niggas and i got some locs

My niggas itchin for blood nigga

Yeah whats up nigga

Yeah they strap with them hoes

Better knuck if he buck nigga

Yeah its up and stuck

Shooter takin his soul

My nigga K9 banging that slat

You fuck with a gang and we catchin a hat

Damn Reezy why you do em like that

Hundred rounds its some shit in his mag

Real guns none of them got a promag

Internet thuggin you goin out sad

Me and gang in Saks Fifth popping all the tags

My bitch got true religion on her ass

Yeah real shit though

Oh you mad i got your bitch she with me i slut her out

If we aint talkin bout no green at all then bitch just cut it out

I got my fiends they comin through my trap house like the In N Out

Yea

Nigga this shit get sticky better by keep your fye out

Huh

yeah my bitch so picky she cant pick a style out

Yea

if its ever man down all my bros gon wild out

Yea niggas move too iffy i keep shit a thou wow

On gang

They on his ass they wrap him up like a mummy

Yea

Bitch i be up in the trap house all night bitch i be up till the sunny

I got packs they smellin funky

Yea

Old school serve my junkie

Round up my licks i got my dummies

Re up i got the new pack comin

I lift the weight up like this shit work outs

Buddy he thought he gotta play but its burnout