Free Jeffery

Ysl my jeans tell that hoe to free slime

Punching on this fraud shit I'm like Floyd in his prime

I guess scamming not for you, you just be posting and lying

Remember when twelve ran in my crib, took that cash and my iron

Might've lost that shit but I made it back and that's a fact

Playing with the field I took that sack for the quarterback

Stomp them with these cleats, stomp him on his fucking head

Not the brightest tool but I got that shit inside my shed

It's a shame, I know a couple that went fed

I'll burn that bridge down, don't care bout what they said

Bullet to the head, white towel bloody red