Free LilD
He know that blrrd sound make em nervous my bitch so bad your hoe could be a ten, I still a curve her
Before I got a bag started,with Shake like Kyrie Irving
Its a trap giveaway, everyday don't ask me if I'm serving
Freakin' bitches flashin' they titties like it's Mardi Gras on bourbon
Might buy my hoe a wig, ask her what inch, she tell me thirty
Them niggas bitches makin' diss, we ease tensin' we dont get worries
I'll shoot this bitch all night from deep, you'll think I'm with steph curry
Heard that nigga, ain't get money, so he beat up on his bitch
Plus I fuck, give him another reason to beef about some shit
I'll give Mario my last before he eat without the clique
Before a hoe get out of the body, put liz and bre up on the bitch
I'm a trap star, plenty paper, I love it to touch my scale
A real hustler, to be honest, it ain't shit that I can't sell
Free Lil' D, I'm still hurt, dem crackers, said it ain't no bail
But your first day getting released, you got my words, you know I'm there
Lotta switches with me, if they stop this car, we goin' fed
Tell bro let's spin again, I ain't get him this time, I want him dead
Let the window down, hunnid shot, no jammin
Then we fled your hands, ain't never had no blood onnem in you're eyes I see you scared
fuck you runnin' for
Boy, this beam was meant to hawk shit down
Dead man, shhhh a demon, I know for sure he walked shit down
Love my bitches with white nails, lashes and her lips glossed down
This shit with free back in the G, but on my soul its costin' now
This a motion boat, don't hop up on this ship, if you can't swim
Ray Charles, Prada shades, tinted ones, this shit lookin' so dim
I just talk my shit, get on the mic, & speak just how I feel
Screamin' free Lil' D, I don't give a fuck bout what he did
Project Baby, but my bitch a brat, she want, I get her that
Ain't no sense of niggas gettin' back, pop him, no spinnin' back
Fye up, his whip and leave his shit on flat, ain't shit to get you whacked
Won't give a ho my time, I'm gettin' money, lil' bitch, this ain't that
Couple niggas think they did somethin', but they ain't did nothin
All that wolfin posting, dem guns pussy, you ain't kill nothin
We send shit one way, no medicine can help him heal up
My shooter keep his mask, no tellin' when he might wanna kill somethin
Bitch
Free Lil' D, Nigga
Before I got a bag started,with Shake like Kyrie Irving
Its a trap giveaway, everyday don't ask me if I'm serving
Freakin' bitches flashin' they titties like it's Mardi Gras on bourbon
Might buy my hoe a wig, ask her what inch, she tell me thirty
Them niggas bitches makin' diss, we ease tensin' we dont get worries
I'll shoot this bitch all night from deep, you'll think I'm with steph curry
Heard that nigga, ain't get money, so he beat up on his bitch
Plus I fuck, give him another reason to beef about some shit
I'll give Mario my last before he eat without the clique
Before a hoe get out of the body, put liz and bre up on the bitch
I'm a trap star, plenty paper, I love it to touch my scale
A real hustler, to be honest, it ain't shit that I can't sell
Free Lil' D, I'm still hurt, dem crackers, said it ain't no bail
But your first day getting released, you got my words, you know I'm there
Lotta switches with me, if they stop this car, we goin' fed
Tell bro let's spin again, I ain't get him this time, I want him dead
Let the window down, hunnid shot, no jammin
Then we fled your hands, ain't never had no blood onnem in you're eyes I see you scared
fuck you runnin' for
Boy, this beam was meant to hawk shit down
Dead man, shhhh a demon, I know for sure he walked shit down
Love my bitches with white nails, lashes and her lips glossed down
This shit with free back in the G, but on my soul its costin' now
This a motion boat, don't hop up on this ship, if you can't swim
Ray Charles, Prada shades, tinted ones, this shit lookin' so dim
I just talk my shit, get on the mic, & speak just how I feel
Screamin' free Lil' D, I don't give a fuck bout what he did
Project Baby, but my bitch a brat, she want, I get her that
Ain't no sense of niggas gettin' back, pop him, no spinnin' back
Fye up, his whip and leave his shit on flat, ain't shit to get you whacked
Won't give a ho my time, I'm gettin' money, lil' bitch, this ain't that
Couple niggas think they did somethin', but they ain't did nothin
All that wolfin posting, dem guns pussy, you ain't kill nothin
We send shit one way, no medicine can help him heal up
My shooter keep his mask, no tellin' when he might wanna kill somethin
Bitch
Free Lil' D, Nigga
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