Free.99
Nothing in life is free (save)
Nothing except for me (save)
How can I call you my brother if you wouldn't fight with me? (Fight)
I want a new life, so all these new heights are really enticing me
I get to playing with definitions
We carry static like television
With the big back, get back, kick back doors
If he play with my percentage (ooh)
My buddy was digging up in his nose
With that fake white, baby, Kylie Jenner
I'm a nice nigga, not a nice nigga
I ain't running, I'm AMG, not a sprinter
I ain't coming to play 'less playin' wit' her
If I'm gunning yo' way, hit the deck and dizzuck
Then I pick up my car keys nigga peace
She my lil' star seed, we get deep
She pull up with scarred knees, she a freak
My shorty 'bout blue face like mystique
She got her a new waist, new physique
But she wanna work out, shawty cheap
I bought her bouquet for the week
My pockets on soufflé, it's a new day
Niggas dayroom, that mean sweet
I'm in ya' bae room, it's a suite
They know I conceal arms like a sleeve
They know I could deal harm when it's beef
They notice the real charm when I speak
Bitch, one call hit the kill switch
Free 99, free 99, yeah (yeah)
Free 99, yeah (yeah)
Free 99, free 99 (yeah)
Free 99, free 99 (yeah, yeah, yeah)
We was in Buick's, I'm way too intuitive
I heard yo' newest shit, what you gon' do with it?
Loath what you did wit' it, I couldn't finish it
You in the way, this the shit that they living with
They said your pen is lit, don't you put Ben in it
Keep it a bean, it won't work in your benefit
Keeping it frank wit' them, I just want Franklins
Sound like Aretha when we let it sing on 'em
I'm on a whole 'nother card with this
They knew what it was when I started this
We used to steal from the mall and shit
Now we gon' steal from the artists'
I want ya' fans, I want all of it, all of it (yeah)
All of it (five-finger discount)
I'm really the truth with this rap shit
Let's really cut loose with this rap shit
You all in cahoots in this rap shit
Running out shit, I could prove with this rap shit
So what you gon' do when the rapture
Picking up you and yo' crew for this rap shit?
Y'all pick and choose with this rap shit
Hustling backwards, you writing cap shit
Right? That's a caption
Free 99, free 99, yeah
Free 99, yeah
Free 99, free 99
Free 99, free 99
(Free 99)
Nothing except for me (save)
How can I call you my brother if you wouldn't fight with me? (Fight)
I want a new life, so all these new heights are really enticing me
I get to playing with definitions
We carry static like television
With the big back, get back, kick back doors
If he play with my percentage (ooh)
My buddy was digging up in his nose
With that fake white, baby, Kylie Jenner
I'm a nice nigga, not a nice nigga
I ain't running, I'm AMG, not a sprinter
I ain't coming to play 'less playin' wit' her
If I'm gunning yo' way, hit the deck and dizzuck
Then I pick up my car keys nigga peace
She my lil' star seed, we get deep
She pull up with scarred knees, she a freak
My shorty 'bout blue face like mystique
She got her a new waist, new physique
But she wanna work out, shawty cheap
I bought her bouquet for the week
My pockets on soufflé, it's a new day
Niggas dayroom, that mean sweet
I'm in ya' bae room, it's a suite
They know I conceal arms like a sleeve
They know I could deal harm when it's beef
They notice the real charm when I speak
Bitch, one call hit the kill switch
Free 99, free 99, yeah (yeah)
Free 99, yeah (yeah)
Free 99, free 99 (yeah)
Free 99, free 99 (yeah, yeah, yeah)
We was in Buick's, I'm way too intuitive
I heard yo' newest shit, what you gon' do with it?
Loath what you did wit' it, I couldn't finish it
You in the way, this the shit that they living with
They said your pen is lit, don't you put Ben in it
Keep it a bean, it won't work in your benefit
Keeping it frank wit' them, I just want Franklins
Sound like Aretha when we let it sing on 'em
I'm on a whole 'nother card with this
They knew what it was when I started this
We used to steal from the mall and shit
Now we gon' steal from the artists'
I want ya' fans, I want all of it, all of it (yeah)
All of it (five-finger discount)
I'm really the truth with this rap shit
Let's really cut loose with this rap shit
You all in cahoots in this rap shit
Running out shit, I could prove with this rap shit
So what you gon' do when the rapture
Picking up you and yo' crew for this rap shit?
Y'all pick and choose with this rap shit
Hustling backwards, you writing cap shit
Right? That's a caption
Free 99, free 99, yeah
Free 99, yeah
Free 99, free 99
Free 99, free 99
(Free 99)
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Writer(s): Nahree Wages, Jonathan Brown, Jared Rankins
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