SwishaHouse/Free Berg

Its them niggas known for riding with the tint low
This 285 come with big smoke
Lil nigga
Walk on shit like I'm Six Four
We work out a spot if the rent low
Fresh out that gutta
We smell like that trench hoe
Money makin what its hitting for
Ice Berg can't forget bout the slim hoe
Pass this shit off to my kinfolk

Break the rules
Make the news
Pay the price
Get him gone
Wont say it twice
Pay lil dude
He gon leave him left to make it right
Do her wrong
Wont stay the night
You live that fake it til you make it life
Spend that shit before you make it right
Doing business with the bacon right
Til they see that whip and flame it right

Glock 21
The stainless tight
Fuck a bitch until she brainless right
Two hand the stick she aim it right
Not the type to fuck around with all the hype
Boy we know you love them hoes
You trife
Trynna turn a hoe into a wife
Cut into a bitch without a knife
Tell her make a trip and roll the dice

Gotta know the price
Devote ya life to hang with us
Lil nigga hang it up
Paper lust
Got smoke Crank it up
Laying up but bet she bring that pape to us
Ranking up
The streets see we caking up
Berg steady got his block hot
Spot buzzing like a shot clock
Turn ya shit into a drop top
Mind ya business
Thats what got Pac shot

Damn rest in peace pac
Swing on the door
Cant forget the top lock
Now I just run up this pape with my demons
Had to make something shake with I dropped out
Kick down the door just to hoop
Fuck a lockout
Look to the left
See the troops
Gotta watch out
She soak up game from a lame like a dry towel
Man these hoes just be shot out

Leave it running
Ill be right out
Cut into her
Catch the scratch
Then I slide out
One mistake
Clean it up like some whiteout
My brother throwed
Check the mail with his fye out
Caught a body
Made it hot
Had to fly out
Doughboy when he creep
Cut the light out
Niggas street til that heat make em cry out
Cuttin deals with the fuzz
Trynna buy out



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Writer(s): Ja'hauri Smith
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