Free Slatt Young Jordan (Ft. Gunna)

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[Intro: Young Jordan]
Slatt shit, pop shit
Slatt, slatt, oh

[Verse 1: Young Jordan]
I told 'em folks free my brother
Real nigga ride with a cutter
Pull up with the heat like it's summer
Made that boy cry to his mother
I told my bros I love 'em
If we see the opps we say fuck 'em
If we see the law we gon' duck 'em
In the Maybach with king Thugger
Better tell your niggas stay humble
He was trappin' out the jungle
Stackin' them racks and them hundreds
The shit that they do, he done done it

[Chorus: Young Jordan]
If you want it, better run it
This shit that we do for the money
Droppin' the roof in the summer
Ride Bentley coupes when we wanna
Really made it out the gutter
And if you want beef we like what's up?
Got that boy prayin' for good luck
I need more cash than a Brinks truck

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