This Shit Aint Free
Shit ain't free, this shit ain't free
We see 12 then the glock come to me
He wanna smoke, then I break down his weed
This shit ain't free, shit ain't free
This shit ain't free, got a fee
Different prices, different - ya on me
You getting money
We gone see, best believe
They gone do that drill for me
They gone kill for me
You wanna see? best believe, it ain't no sympathy
Brrr-brrrr-brrrrd
We got a injury, I got the remedy, they can't get rid of me
I be slidin, on i-95 with it get jiggy
Turn it up like this my motherfucking city
Turn it up, ya we gotta get litty
We turn it up with the motherfucking blicky
You cant get in, bitch you gotta pay
Fuck you mean? bitch, I'm mia
He dont want his brain, he don't fucking think
I be talking crazy bitch, ion need no drank
I be doing crazy shit, ion need no perc
I'm still waiting for a nigga to try me
So we can see how that glock work
Make it twerk, yah
Put em on that shirt, yah
In that dirt, yah
I was finna end it, but ian finna end it
So, bag it up, stack it up, back it up
Them same niggas asking to get in, use to laugh at us
Now they wanna be gang
Now they wanna hang
Nah, fuck that nigga what you bang
Ya-nah fuck what they think
I'm so loyal, that's why, that's why
He see 12 then the glock come to me, that glock come to me
He wanna smoke, then I break down his weed, I'm breaking down his trees
Shit ain't free, this shit ain't never free
Shit ain't free
Gang
Uh-uh, ok-ok-ok, uh-uh, yeh-yeh-yeh-yeh, uh, ok
This shit ain't free
We see 12 then the glock come to me
He wanna smoke, then I break down his weed
This shit ain't free, shit ain't free
This shit ain't free, got a fee
Different prices, different - ya on me
You getting money
We gone see, best believe
They gone do that drill for me
They gone kill for me
You wanna see? best believe, it ain't no sympathy
Brrr-brrrr-brrrrd
We got a injury, I got the remedy, they can't get rid of me
I be slidin, on i-95 with it get jiggy
Turn it up like this my motherfucking city
Turn it up, ya we gotta get litty
We turn it up with the motherfucking blicky
You cant get in, bitch you gotta pay
Fuck you mean? bitch, I'm mia
He dont want his brain, he don't fucking think
I be talking crazy bitch, ion need no drank
I be doing crazy shit, ion need no perc
I'm still waiting for a nigga to try me
So we can see how that glock work
Make it twerk, yah
Put em on that shirt, yah
In that dirt, yah
I was finna end it, but ian finna end it
So, bag it up, stack it up, back it up
Them same niggas asking to get in, use to laugh at us
Now they wanna be gang
Now they wanna hang
Nah, fuck that nigga what you bang
Ya-nah fuck what they think
I'm so loyal, that's why, that's why
He see 12 then the glock come to me, that glock come to me
He wanna smoke, then I break down his weed, I'm breaking down his trees
Shit ain't free, this shit ain't never free
Shit ain't free
Gang
Uh-uh, ok-ok-ok, uh-uh, yeh-yeh-yeh-yeh, uh, ok
This shit ain't free
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Writer(s): Jayla Merriweather
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