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Cash Gang Key
Free Bang nigga, Free Acee

Don't get dropped tryna drop a diss
I'll up this bitch on God if he try some shit
Plus I wouldn't try Lik if he got the blick
Thought that boy was the hook how he stoppin' whips
Your friends keep dyin', you ain't dropped shit but a diss for em'
Ain't got a whip, guess you gon' slide in a Lyft on him
Boy twenty-seven suppose to be beefin' with my big brother
Your mans in a box, I'm finna' call Roddy Rich on him

If you go broke, you gon' steal a nigga sauce like you Plankton
If I go broke, I'm gon' the snow fall like I'm Franklin
I can see us winnin' in the future like I'm Raven
Ya'll heard about what happen to Fat Tay, nigga playin'

More, bro, where the hoes at? I'm tryna fuck somethin'
She hate that I stare when she suck it, I threw the buffs on her
Stick on me and I got ice, go get a puck for me
Paid her fifteen hundred to ram, I put my truck on her

Clutching like I'm Dame, not the opp nigga
When you hear that boom, I'm on fully, tryna drop niggas
We can be inside TJ Maxx, you gettin' shot, nigga
I'll drive to the other side to see that Von nigga
It's crazy, got a TEC for any nigga actin' foul with me
Bitch, if your name ain't zaza, don't get loud with me
Cuban on my neck, she tryna link and have a child with me
Twenty on my pendant, bitch, I paid with thirty-five gifties
If you ain't gon' use your gun, don't come outside with it
All my shooters armed and dangerous like King Von with us
Ain't gotta put it in my Maps, we gon' find niggas
Shoot this bitch and make you get low like Lil Jon with me

Nigga, free Juice, nigga
Free Boe
Free Vee



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Writer(s): 0, Juan Cisneros
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