Free Game

Lyrics

[B Eazy the DJ] Yeah yeah yeah! LA what's happening? It's ya boy B Eazy The DJ, and I been getting a lot of requests for this new song It's called Free Game by Zoe Osama, and It's fo' sho' something you gon' be slappin' in your ride You heard it here first on Eazy Talk Radio, let's get it! [Zoe Osama] Nigga don't trip on these gang bitches, really yup Slide down yo block, catch a opp and beat him, spit it up 9th Street give it up, most you niggas weird as fuck See a nigga slipping, I don't feel 'em, I'mma hit 'em up HUH? Niggas say slide handle business then you do it for the gang Just for your name, you gotta spin again My niggas keep telling me that I won, I wanna win again Niggas getting wacked, well they had to, better think again You can get hit 9 times, this ain't Many Men Have my niggas sliding down your block in a minivan Niggas keep speaking on my name, what? Come again I'mma show my ass to the world like it's Only Fans GANG! Go worry 'bout yourself, this ain't my only pan I'mma stand all by myself, I'm my only man Bitch, I'm married to the whole gang, yeah we holding hands I can get a check by myself, I don't need no friends How you say you old but you ain't never touched a hundred band? How you say you real if you snitch and you took a stand? How you get called from three blocks but you out again? Niggas better watch these fuck niggas, they is not your friends GANG! Close the back door, don't let the fakes in I'm in rap beef with a nigga that I'm better than Bitch kick rocks, hold still like the letter man Jimmy Neutron on your bitch, gotta jet again Niggas said he on demon time, well I'm the devil then Put a nigga face in the dirt, bring the shovel in Please get your bitch off my dick 'fore you get hurt again Blowing up my phone, look… nigga, there she go again CRAZY! Lot of niggas mad 'cause I made it I ride by myself with my gun all safely Aye, you got the same 24 but you lazy Niggas'll sit up on they ass and be complaining Aye look, I just want the money, you wanna be famous I don't want the world, I want the paper I don't want friends, I want haters That's a free game, thank me later Aight yeah, they all talk your name and need a favor Pillow talking on my dick, that ain't player Man, I'm shitting on these niggas, where the paper? I'll run a nigga up like a taper I'm from the 9, you can tell by how I walk These niggas bitches, I can tell by how they talk I wouldn't post that on the Gram, that ain't smart And don't say niggas snitching when you caught DUMMY! Niggas'll sell they ass for some money And get verified and start acting funny CLUMSY! I'mma need more than a hundred And you ain't gotta tip your change 'cause I don't want it Aye, they don't like when I talk cause it's blunting I'mma say what I feel, I ain't stunting I'm the same nigga, ain't changed nothing It's the game, you got a problem, say something I could change two bricks for two onions You know the motto, you get caught, don't say nothing Dissing my hood up in your songs, your day coming I got his license plate, I'm tryna tape something New hollows in my Glock, I face someone But I'm Easty, and he ain't never see it coming Hit a nigga in his head, in his stomach And have a nigga body stanking like some onions, dummy! [Outro] Leave a nigga body stanking like some onions, dummy (Tha New Cartel Music) Cold gang, bitch you know how we coming, dummy We gon' hit 'em up, gang, we gon' wet 'em up Niggas know my gang, you know the gang I'll hit you up, dummy How you diss the hood? You never seeing it though These niggas funny You know the squad, you know the game Bitch, you know how we coming How you dissing on the hood? You never seeing it though, funny