[Intro: 42 Dugg]
Free them boys, we them (Me and Spiff)
Ayy, free them boys, we them (Keep one on the hip, yeah)
Ayy, free them boys, we them boys, bitch (Yeah, ayy, Big Papito)
[Verse 1: 42 Dugg]
Pop out with my ice on, Mr. Still Get Them Pints Gone
Fuck you want a price for? You ain't coppin' slabs, nigga
Bad bitch, tell me that I'm better than her last nigga (Dugg)
Rat bitch, love me for throwin' fours and droppin' fives, nigga
Doggy still be cashin' shit, fuck her good, then pass the bitch
Wayburn down to Gratiot, bitch, I probably made a ticket there
If I'm in there, them sticks in there, them Bloods in there, we blitzin' that
Front to back, bring triple back, want eighty-five for these feddy's
Cuddy's talkin' sixty-five, that's only 'cause his fiends petty
Fuck it, put a one on it, then ship 'em out
Ice bowls, ice bowls, I said, "I got 'em" (I do)
IPhones, iPhones, I still got 'em (I do)
We take a jet to the bad, they buy a vest before they stride
I guess we know who not the killers, rest in peace, free my niggas
Ric called, Apple called, then Skeet (Hello?)
Merey called, 'Onte called, then MD (Hello?)
White Runtz (Exotic), pink Runtz, four a piece (I got 'em)
Moneybagg, Babyface, EST
Buss down, touchdown, then repeat it
Sixty-five, a gram, nigga, who can beat it?
Redeye, then the Demon, fuck the Urus
Some youngins caught me slippin', I ain't trippin', got insurance
Bitch, I'm back again, I'm strapped again, you get whacked again
They got the Hemis, forgot the Benz, I put ten on each
I know his mans, I know his bitch, I do not forget
Give me a week, ask about young, he do not exist
Free them boys, we them (Me and Spiff)
Ayy, free them boys, we them (Keep one on the hip, yeah)
Ayy, free them boys, we them boys, bitch (Yeah, ayy, Big Papito)
[Verse 1: 42 Dugg]
Pop out with my ice on, Mr. Still Get Them Pints Gone
Fuck you want a price for? You ain't coppin' slabs, nigga
Bad bitch, tell me that I'm better than her last nigga (Dugg)
Rat bitch, love me for throwin' fours and droppin' fives, nigga
Doggy still be cashin' shit, fuck her good, then pass the bitch
Wayburn down to Gratiot, bitch, I probably made a ticket there
If I'm in there, them sticks in there, them Bloods in there, we blitzin' that
Front to back, bring triple back, want eighty-five for these feddy's
Cuddy's talkin' sixty-five, that's only 'cause his fiends petty
Fuck it, put a one on it, then ship 'em out
Ice bowls, ice bowls, I said, "I got 'em" (I do)
IPhones, iPhones, I still got 'em (I do)
We take a jet to the bad, they buy a vest before they stride
I guess we know who not the killers, rest in peace, free my niggas
Ric called, Apple called, then Skeet (Hello?)
Merey called, 'Onte called, then MD (Hello?)
White Runtz (Exotic), pink Runtz, four a piece (I got 'em)
Moneybagg, Babyface, EST
Buss down, touchdown, then repeat it
Sixty-five, a gram, nigga, who can beat it?
Redeye, then the Demon, fuck the Urus
Some youngins caught me slippin', I ain't trippin', got insurance
Bitch, I'm back again, I'm strapped again, you get whacked again
They got the Hemis, forgot the Benz, I put ten on each
I know his mans, I know his bitch, I do not forget
Give me a week, ask about young, he do not exist
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