Free Rell (Radio Edit)

Free hell real, he left me with his pants down I used to be broke, well bitch I'm the man
Now I got the plan now, I can put you on the sun
Hell naw, no fronts, you can't hold nothing, ha
Nigga just get your chips up, call it gymnastics, ha

My niggas flip stuff, money in the bag Gun on my side, you can see it in my eyes
I'm a soldier, I'ma ride, yeah
Down bad, call Cubs, what they hit for? He gon' give a good deal, I know they hit though
He gon' throw me what I buy, that's why I can't fuck

Man's revvin' ride and steal, them niggas been broke
They probably look at me like I been shit
Know how much money I stack, make my wrist glisten
Give it to him untouched, I don't hit women

That's what a young nigga call big pimping
You just keep spinnin', they gon' keep grindin
Make sure your arm out the window when you pass by
You can hear the difference in a nigga ride

Turn this shit up if you turnin', you ain't dick right
Do the blake dance if you a boss, nah
Hoes give me head, I don't talk, nah
Hard hips, nigga, come with nine, huh

Buy your own shit, stop callin' for my guns



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Writer(s): Darion Gamble
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