Free Car (feat. Bigga Rankin)
Real Nigga real Nigga
Real nigga Radio
Niggas want smoke until you
Pull up and bring the chimney
But be careful what you looking For some of these young niggaz Will let you have the whole
Clip understand me
Uhh hop out the free car
There go the opp he ain't going far
Sending them shots like a free bar
Brodie be spanking the boa
By the time they pull
Up he was doa
Still toting my gun ima be okay
The srt how we get away
Still thanking the lord
For a better day
Uhh hop out the free car
There go the opp he ain't going far
Sending them shots like a free bar
Brodie be spanking the boa
By the time they pull
Up he was doa
Still toting my gun ima be okay
The srt how we get away
Still thanking the lord
For a better day
I came through the hood
I was glizzy up
I got me a bag
They gon hit them up
Still toting my gun when
I'm in the club
We pull up in foreigns rite Through the slumps
I linked up with niggaz
And gave them drums
That pay back a bitch
When it really comes
Remember them days we was Eating crumbs now take a good Look at what we become
I got me some money
And bought guns
Never let by gones be by gones
I pour up the wock in a style foam
Givenchy galore my style holmes
Walk down a nigga
In style holmes
I came from the mud
But i rock chromes
I handle the business on two Phones 301
Md a kill zone buss
Down the rollie it's two tone
Lil brazy i'm well known
Came from the dirt but
My money grown
I fuck on that hoe and
She gave me
I'm dripping in style and it came From rome baguetti spaghetti all In my stones
I ran up a check and i got a home
Still stashing them hunnits
Up in a tomb
Uhh hop out the free car
There go the opp he going ain't far
Sending them shots like a free bar
Brody be spanking the boa
By the time they pull
Up he was doa
Still toting my gun ima be okay
The srt how we get away
Still thanking the lord for
A better day
Uhh hop out the free car
There go the opp he going ain't far
Sending them shots like a free bar
Brodie be spanking the boa
By the time they pull
Up he was doa
Still toting my gun ima be okay
The srt how we get away
Still thanking the lord
For a better day
Real nigga Radio
Niggas want smoke until you
Pull up and bring the chimney
But be careful what you looking For some of these young niggaz Will let you have the whole
Clip understand me
Uhh hop out the free car
There go the opp he ain't going far
Sending them shots like a free bar
Brodie be spanking the boa
By the time they pull
Up he was doa
Still toting my gun ima be okay
The srt how we get away
Still thanking the lord
For a better day
Uhh hop out the free car
There go the opp he ain't going far
Sending them shots like a free bar
Brodie be spanking the boa
By the time they pull
Up he was doa
Still toting my gun ima be okay
The srt how we get away
Still thanking the lord
For a better day
I came through the hood
I was glizzy up
I got me a bag
They gon hit them up
Still toting my gun when
I'm in the club
We pull up in foreigns rite Through the slumps
I linked up with niggaz
And gave them drums
That pay back a bitch
When it really comes
Remember them days we was Eating crumbs now take a good Look at what we become
I got me some money
And bought guns
Never let by gones be by gones
I pour up the wock in a style foam
Givenchy galore my style holmes
Walk down a nigga
In style holmes
I came from the mud
But i rock chromes
I handle the business on two Phones 301
Md a kill zone buss
Down the rollie it's two tone
Lil brazy i'm well known
Came from the dirt but
My money grown
I fuck on that hoe and
She gave me
I'm dripping in style and it came From rome baguetti spaghetti all In my stones
I ran up a check and i got a home
Still stashing them hunnits
Up in a tomb
Uhh hop out the free car
There go the opp he going ain't far
Sending them shots like a free bar
Brody be spanking the boa
By the time they pull
Up he was doa
Still toting my gun ima be okay
The srt how we get away
Still thanking the lord for
A better day
Uhh hop out the free car
There go the opp he going ain't far
Sending them shots like a free bar
Brodie be spanking the boa
By the time they pull
Up he was doa
Still toting my gun ima be okay
The srt how we get away
Still thanking the lord
For a better day
Credits
Writer(s): Bigga Rankin, Kerl Oben
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