Free Life

We in that fast shit, can't keep up
Work be inna vent, I tell my bitch don't turn the heat up
Riding in the black with my feet up
I don't do the kissing, you can damn sure eat up
Check drop, we ain't splitting that
Told em ima drop again tomorrow so he cool with that
Treat my bitch like the opps, we go for tit for tat
Send my youngins onna move, see what they bringing back

We don't do 419, we sell dimes if the feds ask
Scales be onna block, serving drop to them pill addicts
In the back, counting money up with slump
Bitch we two manning
And the way we catching bombs, you would think we play with Peyton Manning
Lil charge, ain't nun
I just ran up bout 50 nigga
They just said lil Dulai back in town, tryn get wit a nigga
Nigga think we cool,I'm just tryn fuck his sister
Bitch keep hitting my phone, said I don't like her pictures
Young and turnt, I got a lot to lose
9 In the morning, told the teller I need all blues
Put the gang on my back, I don't pick and choose
Caught em lacking, smooth maneuver
That's a stick and move

Niggas try to diss me like I listen to em
I'm really saying shits, you gotta listen to me
PUA over, still got a lotta movement
Check bounced back, call the bank
Say you tryna dispute it



Credits
Writer(s): Cmg Dulai
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