Freeddawg

(Drum Dummie)
(CashMoneyAP)
Ayy, free Choppa Boy
Ayy, free Choppa Boy, bitch
RIP Boozilla, you know what it is (DJ Swift on the track)
RIP Big Dump (Mook got the keys jumpin')
Slimin', pimpin', bitch
I got four-fives, Glocks, and the nines in this bitch
I got cutters in the house, I got pounds in this bitch
I got hoes runnin' in and out, slime in this bitch

I go by YoungBoy and I zip you up from talkin' shit
These niggas bitches and I know that they ain't 'bout that shit
Can't come how I'm comin', I was a youngin when they tried that shit
I been knockin' niggas off, they never knew it was gon' come to this
Bitch, I been on some rider shit (let's go), I leave 'em dead
Got the whole city mad, I zip that boy 'bout what he said
You can stunt like you mad, I put a bag on top your head
I was up in the parish, slept with playpals under my bed

'Cause, bitch, I'm tryna flex somethin', do some' with all y'all
Soon as we get up on the walk, my youngin' punch his head off
Lil' bitch, I'm out the North Side, I'm bustin', I won't stand down
I'll put the bitch up in a casket, fuck up your headstone
Them niggas used to run the city, won't even claim that bitch
Don't say nothin' 'cause the shit ain't serious, don't make me tame that shit
These youngins runnin' with me with it, they on some dangerous shit
Bustin', put two in your fitted, I call that gang assist

Rollin', I just popped one, tryna body bag and zip somethin', yeah
Pants hangin' off my ass, Glock on my side with a green flag
Talkin' reckless, caught him slippin', went to bustin', did him bad
Soon as we swerve, we bend the curve, don't do no talkin', that's your ass
I ain't got no chill, I'm tryna send a bitch to Winnfield
Had to show the pussy bitch I been that, and bitch, I'm still is
Bitch, I pull up, make a nigga get back, like what the deal is?
All these pussy bitches choosin' sides like they don't know real

Mmh, come on, bitch, uh-uh, let me go
Yeah, chill out, yeah, bitch, ayy, I'll do somethin' with you
(Bitch-ass-nigga say)
And I'll bang it out with you
Old hoe ass nigga (Let's do it, look)

Do what you do, I put you on the news, bitch, we could fight or shoot
Bitch, I know these niggas know it's murder when I'm comin' through
Bitch, I always win, I never lose, we gon' fuck over you
You become a victim of the chopper, put him on the news (huh?)



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Writer(s): Alex Christian Jean Petit, Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden, Damion Williams, Tevin Revell, Brayon S Nelson
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