Free Game

Lyrics

[Intro: 42 Dugg & DJ Drama] Antt did the track (They talkin' 'bout out here?) I'm really like that They like "Get in your bag," bitch, I been in mines (Helluva made the beat, baby) If Mel order four, I probably send him five (No cap) Kill 'em, Don Cherry wit' me, crippin', tryna kill a five Oh, you don't bang shit? Same shit still'll get you fried Drop some then skate off, I still remember six to nine Fuck dawg, he hatin' on me, I still be in this bitch with mine (DJ Drama) Antt did the track, ha-ha-ha (They talkin' 'bout out here?) You niggas can't fuck with us [Verse 1: 42 Dugg & DJ Drama] They like "Get in your bag," bitch, I been in mines (Helluva made the beat, baby) If Mel order four, I probably send him five (Gangsta Grillz, no cap) Kill 'em, Don Cherry wit' me, crippin', tryna kill a five Oh, you don't bang shit? Same shit still'll get you fried Drop some then skate off, I still remember six to nine Fuck dawg, he hatin' on me, I still be in this bitch with mine (Mr. Thanksgiving) Did some time, like six years, how you feelin'? I ain't goin' back, don't get killed, that's on my nigga Everybody on the finkle, still won't put 'em on the payroll I could fuck whoever bitch, my nigga, just don't hate on me I'm straight on you, niggas out here still doin' sucker shit (Ho niggas) I done fucked his main ho, his sister, and his brother bitch Can't trust a bitch Niggas out here starvin', doggy send somethin' I still be sellin', them people on me, I had to switch some (No bap, nigga) Been six summers, I'm still turnt Fight who? I'll kill first Dog on me, don't deal Percs Three Chanels, them real purses Bae like we kick it She pop it off by suckin' dick And bae, like, she can get it I like freak hoes that eat hoes, and slap fives when we done I hate ho niggas and broke niggas, won't catch me with no bum (Bah) [Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert & DJ Drama] Got them white arms on them clear lens, can't catch me in my buffs (Buffs) I done sonned his shit a hundred times, can't beef about no sluts Know I pulled up fresh as fuck (Yeah) In that brand new Lambo truck Skrrt off on the dead body (Body) Did a hit right in the foreign, it's a big body (Yeah) Ain't know about it, but now you know that we been 'bout it Your bitch at my crib, suckin' my dick and she get real sloppy (Suck it up, bitch) Ain't wanna tell you that shit, dawg, 'cause you be in your feelings (Ho nigga) You ain't do no killin', you ain't never pay no killers (No) Pussy, that ain't Wockhardt, you sippin' on penicillin (What you sippin'? Lame) I'ma stack this money up until I feel the ceilin' I ain't want your bitch, she looked at me like "Really, really?" (Really, really) I'm in your city with these buffs on like I ain't from Philly (Philly) My life ain't silly, I woke up and then I made a milli' (Milli', milli') T-L-C, mean too much lettuce, cheese, my bitch look like chili, yeah No, I'm never stuck, never stuck (Stuck) Hold my pants up 'cause the .40 tucked (Baow) I ain't never meet a bitch that didn't fuck some (Nah) I ain't never meet a bitch that didn't suck some Know these niggas pussy, they ain't gon' bust none (At all) Nick Cannon, walkin' with a big ol' drum Countin' all this money, make me risk my thumbs Smokin' all these opps, make me risk my lungs (Period)