Turner Field (Stadiums) YFN Lucci

[Intro]
Too many real ones locked up
I want them niggas to hear this from stadium to stadium
Free Major Grams
Free Shell
Free Poochie
Gangsta Grillz
Free Pookie-Pook
Free my nigga kenny
Free 20 Dog and free Maro
Free the whole Edison gang
Free my nigga Q Money

[Chorus]
Look, two cups of Promethazine got me faded
Big boss worth a couple mill, bitch, I made it
Uh, Super Bowl ring and my cup look like the stadium, yeah
I remember we used to hustle by the stadium

[Verse 1]
Bendin' blocks and runnin' from the cops, yeah, uh
I remember ridin' in hotboxes, yeah, uh
Ay, we were somewhere tryna pop and lock
We spot it out then we gon' pop the top
Made eighty thousand on the auto mall on that boy
I can't fuck with none of you lil' suckas, you niggas lollipops
And we good at poppin' Glocks
My lil' brother Jay caught a body, he don't know how to stop
I'm trappin', bitch, I might run off
Uh, we be in the 'partment, uh, we got hard and soft, huh
Used to pull out, get a ten, come back and break you off
Now my leather real soft, now I'm prolly at Weezy house
I put VVs in my mouth, my potna cold clean you out, yeah
We made it this far, nigga, we stars (Uh huh)
Plus I hold the chopper like I hold a guitar (Yeah)
Now I pull strings like a guitar
That lean got me throwed off, BG just like O-Dogg (Yeah)