Free Smoke
Everything thing you do you gotta flip ten reload
Momma knew I was a bastard when I was two years old
Hoes and gold diamond flows the streets had made me cold
You talkin reccless I up that rod and then that nigga froze
You jocin to the craccas Street niggas don't have a code
I broke the law so I'm trippin niggas got me sippin
Niggas want the smoke I got the gas and rellos dicc
Could never wife a flippa Cos I can not trust a bitch
I'm on my money shit la nigga you ain talkin it
Behind the internet the nigga steady talkin slicc
I'm ridin through yo hood I'm high I'm ready to meet the grim
Aye shout out to my bloods but bullets aiming at his brim
Oh shit I'm goin in BTYF we win
You trip I trip we trip that 30 will flip I catch a bid
Money on my head they catch me then I guess I'm dead
I guess I'm rich Cos imma kill myself in Fuccin stead
You trust a hoe you pillow talking tellin yo business too
Then she knot up hairstyle lika Bintu
Catch a body then I fled the scene who Fuccin knew
Then I come bacc ridin in a fuccin Benz or two
You pregnant by yo nigga but you say you in love with me
I texted you last night say la bae juss to keep it g
Im geekin off I pull a blocc out stomp him with my feet
And no handouts I'm charging rapping niggas for the feat
I'm putting six in him the nigga reppin the lafitte
See me too real the Mac da fee these hoes be on they messy tea
Don't give a fucc about you pussy bitch I'm bout my fuccin green
My potna in the cut he geekin off that Motherfuccin lean
Them Percocets had got him leaned
Free my cousin out the bing
One thing diamone taught me keep them real ones on ya Fuccin team
Ion really need ya help I put the bullet in ya spleen
And them niggas try to touch me and then niggas gonna see
I'm in the rain I'm in the rain inna rain I'm in the rain
I'm in the rain driving inna Fuccin range
I'm in the rain inna rain I'm in the rain
And when I die guess it's my time feel the flames
And I when I die guess it's my time feel the flames
I'm in the rain I'm in the rain I'm in the rain
I'm in the rain Driving inna fuccin range Huh
Momma knew I was a bastard when I was two years old
Hoes and gold diamond flows the streets had made me cold
You talkin reccless I up that rod and then that nigga froze
You jocin to the craccas Street niggas don't have a code
I broke the law so I'm trippin niggas got me sippin
Niggas want the smoke I got the gas and rellos dicc
Could never wife a flippa Cos I can not trust a bitch
I'm on my money shit la nigga you ain talkin it
Behind the internet the nigga steady talkin slicc
I'm ridin through yo hood I'm high I'm ready to meet the grim
Aye shout out to my bloods but bullets aiming at his brim
Oh shit I'm goin in BTYF we win
You trip I trip we trip that 30 will flip I catch a bid
Money on my head they catch me then I guess I'm dead
I guess I'm rich Cos imma kill myself in Fuccin stead
You trust a hoe you pillow talking tellin yo business too
Then she knot up hairstyle lika Bintu
Catch a body then I fled the scene who Fuccin knew
Then I come bacc ridin in a fuccin Benz or two
You pregnant by yo nigga but you say you in love with me
I texted you last night say la bae juss to keep it g
Im geekin off I pull a blocc out stomp him with my feet
And no handouts I'm charging rapping niggas for the feat
I'm putting six in him the nigga reppin the lafitte
See me too real the Mac da fee these hoes be on they messy tea
Don't give a fucc about you pussy bitch I'm bout my fuccin green
My potna in the cut he geekin off that Motherfuccin lean
Them Percocets had got him leaned
Free my cousin out the bing
One thing diamone taught me keep them real ones on ya Fuccin team
Ion really need ya help I put the bullet in ya spleen
And them niggas try to touch me and then niggas gonna see
I'm in the rain I'm in the rain inna rain I'm in the rain
I'm in the rain driving inna Fuccin range
I'm in the rain inna rain I'm in the rain
And when I die guess it's my time feel the flames
And I when I die guess it's my time feel the flames
I'm in the rain I'm in the rain I'm in the rain
I'm in the rain Driving inna fuccin range Huh
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Writer(s): Jacobi Reynolds
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