Free Tha Guyz (feat. DG)
(Red Dirt On The Beat) Dorien you know why you're a rapper? It's cause you have three tattoos, red cup, dreadlocks, and headphones (Yeah)
Damn, Hold on... Red Dizzy know you doing what we're doing FAP, Ferris Gang, Aye Aye
Hold on That's Lil Jah
Who's in the room with us
That's Lil Jah That's Lil Jah
Aye Got on my Ski with four deep in the V so don't fuck with FG boy you know we gon' throw (bang bang bang)
Don't fuck with DG he gon' let it go (grrttt)
Don't fuck with Dizzy you know you gon' blow (grrttt bang)
Out on a mission move tact then get low nigga watch who you be with your friends could be foes
Need to get low I got nowhere to go so I need me a rider no love for no hoe
Free Tha Guyz RIP Uncle Bernie, rest in peace, Sean Ski, RIP D Ski
Spin the block throwin' shots at the V leave you dead on the street paint your block like graffiti
We gon' get to that money we greedy let off we shoot back ain't no need for no treaty
With my dawgs that be Ju Pope and DG that 357 gon' spin like a CD (grahh, grahh, grahh)
DG throwin' shots out the renti me and Red Dirt in the stu gettin' benty
And nigga don't test me and don't fuck with Dizzy
He keep a knock on his hippie last nigga went home on a stretchy
Diamonds dancin' from Icy take your bitch treat her nicely
Grahh (bang) Grahh (bang) and you know I can't cuff unless she wifey
Shootin' movies, no Spike Lee, and my drip, shit pricey
Grahh, Grahh nigga you know what I'm on
For the hood I put on, got your bitch shakin' ass to this song
Can't fuck with niggas
nigga I don't get along
Gang, DG, Grahh
Just having fun with this shit man
Grahh, Bang, Aye
And the Lord good to me feel like I hit the lotto
Fuck wit me get smoked like gelato
Bitch I'm gettin guap got no time for no thot hoe
Celebrate all my blessings with the Vatos
I see it I need it I get it
I take everything that I learned from my pops
It's not always about throwin shots
I got young boys who look up to me on the block
Red Dirt yea they know he solid as a rock
Most niggas don't know what to do with a Glock
I don't be on my dolo I stay with a flock
Them my niggas they bout it you know by the walk
I love my lil bro and my nephew a lot
So I can't let them see me go down in a box
I ain't holdin a grip you don't know what i got
But my niggas posted on the block like the swat
Them my muddies on hots and they totin big knocks
Yea the pants be amiri and I'm totin big knots
Bad bitch in tha coupe I can't fuck with a group
A5 back to back white on black like snoop
Can't love on no thot I keep her in the loop
Hit the gas ride past we leavin state troops
Only Ferris Gang man yea it's war for them niggas
If the opps spin the block then it's war on them niggas
Ten toes down on the floor with my niggas (grrttt bow)
We pop out the store on my dick be the law (Bang Bang Bang!)
FAP out the mud with the guys
I got love for the guys let it flood for the guys
Imma up it and let that shit off for the guys
Runnin down it don't matter the cost for the guys
Always jackin that loyalty boy no backdooring a nigga
No adoring a bitch they be boring a nigga
Let that chop dump bullets pouring on niggas
Shells stormin on niggas we scorin on niggas
Aye bang (Bow bang)
Bang Gang (Bang)
FG that be Ferris Gang
Look around Fuck around make the Nina go bang (grrttt Bang)
(Bow) Bang (Bow) bang (Bow)
That's slang for the blick goin off
Glock with a beam I love showing it off
Rel tote like 50 he throwing it all
Damn, Hold on... Red Dizzy know you doing what we're doing FAP, Ferris Gang, Aye Aye
Hold on That's Lil Jah
Who's in the room with us
That's Lil Jah That's Lil Jah
Aye Got on my Ski with four deep in the V so don't fuck with FG boy you know we gon' throw (bang bang bang)
Don't fuck with DG he gon' let it go (grrttt)
Don't fuck with Dizzy you know you gon' blow (grrttt bang)
Out on a mission move tact then get low nigga watch who you be with your friends could be foes
Need to get low I got nowhere to go so I need me a rider no love for no hoe
Free Tha Guyz RIP Uncle Bernie, rest in peace, Sean Ski, RIP D Ski
Spin the block throwin' shots at the V leave you dead on the street paint your block like graffiti
We gon' get to that money we greedy let off we shoot back ain't no need for no treaty
With my dawgs that be Ju Pope and DG that 357 gon' spin like a CD (grahh, grahh, grahh)
DG throwin' shots out the renti me and Red Dirt in the stu gettin' benty
And nigga don't test me and don't fuck with Dizzy
He keep a knock on his hippie last nigga went home on a stretchy
Diamonds dancin' from Icy take your bitch treat her nicely
Grahh (bang) Grahh (bang) and you know I can't cuff unless she wifey
Shootin' movies, no Spike Lee, and my drip, shit pricey
Grahh, Grahh nigga you know what I'm on
For the hood I put on, got your bitch shakin' ass to this song
Can't fuck with niggas
nigga I don't get along
Gang, DG, Grahh
Just having fun with this shit man
Grahh, Bang, Aye
And the Lord good to me feel like I hit the lotto
Fuck wit me get smoked like gelato
Bitch I'm gettin guap got no time for no thot hoe
Celebrate all my blessings with the Vatos
I see it I need it I get it
I take everything that I learned from my pops
It's not always about throwin shots
I got young boys who look up to me on the block
Red Dirt yea they know he solid as a rock
Most niggas don't know what to do with a Glock
I don't be on my dolo I stay with a flock
Them my niggas they bout it you know by the walk
I love my lil bro and my nephew a lot
So I can't let them see me go down in a box
I ain't holdin a grip you don't know what i got
But my niggas posted on the block like the swat
Them my muddies on hots and they totin big knocks
Yea the pants be amiri and I'm totin big knots
Bad bitch in tha coupe I can't fuck with a group
A5 back to back white on black like snoop
Can't love on no thot I keep her in the loop
Hit the gas ride past we leavin state troops
Only Ferris Gang man yea it's war for them niggas
If the opps spin the block then it's war on them niggas
Ten toes down on the floor with my niggas (grrttt bow)
We pop out the store on my dick be the law (Bang Bang Bang!)
FAP out the mud with the guys
I got love for the guys let it flood for the guys
Imma up it and let that shit off for the guys
Runnin down it don't matter the cost for the guys
Always jackin that loyalty boy no backdooring a nigga
No adoring a bitch they be boring a nigga
Let that chop dump bullets pouring on niggas
Shells stormin on niggas we scorin on niggas
Aye bang (Bow bang)
Bang Gang (Bang)
FG that be Ferris Gang
Look around Fuck around make the Nina go bang (grrttt Bang)
(Bow) Bang (Bow) bang (Bow)
That's slang for the blick goin off
Glock with a beam I love showing it off
Rel tote like 50 he throwing it all
Credits
Writer(s): Dorien Green
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