Free Money

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[Verse 1: BandGang Javar] You got kid's meal money, lil boy chicken Got them friendly ass pieces, your shit ain't hitting Told him [?],, he said [?] I made a quick killing That was six months ago, but I keep spending The feds shut the site down, almost quit scamming Bro gave me the phone [?] could've quit rapping All these lames want a verse, I'ma start taxing He complaining, clearly, he be on his songs capping Need a doctor's note, like I called in sick I just paid a fiend for bands, got his whole script You be paying hoes to fuck, make it make sense I'm finna beat a bitch to death, for shorting ten cents I got [?], but you wouldn't know better Hit them with so much fentanal, they like D is better Free [?] and free [?], it be on tether If you was in [?] shoes, you would've gave a whole lecture [?] my shit still hitting [?] overnight shipping Want my money anyway, why am I tripping? [?] I got all chicken [Verse 2 ?] Hold on, nigga, I got [?] bitches Had two bad bitches on the pole with it Eh, raised by them old killers Walk in your house, lay on your couch chilling Eh, nigga, shout out my old bitches They used to swipe me a 50, and get no chicken Eh, shout out my Flint niggas That's my nigga Jizzle, hundred grams of [?] with [?] [?] seen [?] that's an automatic sad nigga Nigga make a diss, that's automatic wack [?] [?] pack, play with me, you get knocked off Nigga, that's a fact My last ten bitches that I had, had to bring me racks Bitch, you really wanna fuck with me, sell that kitty cat Nigga, don't hang around me, if you don't bust your strap Nigga, don't come around me, if you ain't into that [Verse 3 ?] The jackboys with me at my shows, nigga, front back One wrong move, we gon' put you where your brother at Got them boes in for two six, like a running back I put hands and feet to your ass, like a jumping jack The work, hot greese on the stove, got it jumping back 40 [?] 50, that's a motherfucking thundercat They know we really into that They can't get into that The shit is all facts If I say it, then it's more than rap I have your pussy ass [?] 20 on your cap Get you knocked off, while I'm at home taking me a nap All you hear is [?] doors slam, tires scratch We gon' laugh about it, yeah, then probably double back Ain't no [?] we keep winning [?] Bitch, we on go like ready set And we retaliate, watch who you be disrespecting [Verse 4 ?] I'm on that same shit, bitch, I'm still trapping My fans mad at me, I said I'm done rapping Bitches on the way, once they done wrapping [?] way, gon' have them niggas packing They know I'm heavyweight, I make shit happen I got a lotta chicken, somebody pass a napkin We them one niggas, that make niggas vanish I ain't saying shit, and I don't know what happen Ain't nothing basic, I do designer drip We don't smoke the same, this exotic shit I'm in a different bag, you can't copy this These niggas talking loud, but ain't dropping shit This shit a blowout, my nigga, check the score But it ain't over yet, 'cause brodie want some more Free my nigga Stone, my nigga coming home If I ain't into biddy, bitch, I wanna roll