[Intro: Lil Yachty]
Earl on the beat
Yeah, yuh
[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Free all of my niggas that's commiting crime (Woah)
Pull up on that block and we let it shine (Woah)
Keep a couple Glocks, keep a couple .9's (Woah)
She just want Chanel, I'ma pay the fine (Woah)
She won't do no drugs, that should be a sign (Yeah)
These pussy niggas ain't outside, lookin' thru' the blinds (Woah)
I'm prayin' to my slugs, [?]
[Verse 1: Lil Yachty & Coi Leray]
Yeah, I'm losin' my voice 'cause I'm screamin' out, "Free my brother"
.30 on me, might get to buzzin'
Fuck these hoes, don't do no cuffin'
Wockhardt, lovin' the Rover tussin' (Drank)
I got them hoes in destiny (Damn)
I can't relate to recessions (Yeah)
Nigga be countin' his blessings
(Yеah) Special treat, I need it on ice (Icе, ice)
Young rich nigga, that's what I like (That's what I like)
I like you (I do), baby girl, you my type (Type)
Strapped up like I'm Dike, strapped up, I don't do fights
Yeah, yeah, I know you like when I pop that shit to the right and I shake that shit to the left (I do)
He lick on my neck
I went to go reach for the dick but I felt a non instead
Lickin' on cat, ridin' that shit from the back
X-pills, triple stash, she smokin' on Pack
Realest bitch I know
Ain't never told no lie and that's a fact (Boo)
Earl on the beat
Yeah, yuh
[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Free all of my niggas that's commiting crime (Woah)
Pull up on that block and we let it shine (Woah)
Keep a couple Glocks, keep a couple .9's (Woah)
She just want Chanel, I'ma pay the fine (Woah)
She won't do no drugs, that should be a sign (Yeah)
These pussy niggas ain't outside, lookin' thru' the blinds (Woah)
I'm prayin' to my slugs, [?]
[Verse 1: Lil Yachty & Coi Leray]
Yeah, I'm losin' my voice 'cause I'm screamin' out, "Free my brother"
.30 on me, might get to buzzin'
Fuck these hoes, don't do no cuffin'
Wockhardt, lovin' the Rover tussin' (Drank)
I got them hoes in destiny (Damn)
I can't relate to recessions (Yeah)
Nigga be countin' his blessings
(Yеah) Special treat, I need it on ice (Icе, ice)
Young rich nigga, that's what I like (That's what I like)
I like you (I do), baby girl, you my type (Type)
Strapped up like I'm Dike, strapped up, I don't do fights
Yeah, yeah, I know you like when I pop that shit to the right and I shake that shit to the left (I do)
He lick on my neck
I went to go reach for the dick but I felt a non instead
Lickin' on cat, ridin' that shit from the back
X-pills, triple stash, she smokin' on Pack
Realest bitch I know
Ain't never told no lie and that's a fact (Boo)
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