Free Jeffrey
Yeah, mother fucking feeling this shit boy, yeah boy
What he do, what the fuck he do
They talking money, but I'm screaming too
Woo, beats never neat, so I had nine of those
Power peers on they beats, sighting them by the truth
I got fired, I got, I got fired
I got chopper on me, like I came with bikers
She some footage shit, they see her try to fight her
It's an island on my neck, but not rockers
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Look, mama put her hands on her toes
Whoa, whoa
I'm riding with my hand on the pole, no homo
I'm riding with it now, no roll, like Romo
Everybody know how I am
How 'bout to hear these men
How 'bout to hear that he hate
Pull up and pew, pew, pew, pew
Y'all a nigga get wet
Pull up and pew, pew, pew, pew
Screaming out, nigga, we bit
How 'bout that nigga, we bit
Wild on the moon, need no magic
She on racist, need no stylist
Pain on her face, now she look vibrant
You calling me, baby, and I say stop it
What he do, what the fuck he do
They talking money, but I'm screaming too
Woo, beats never neat, so I had nine of those
Power peers on they beats, sighting them by the truth
I got fired, I got, I got fired
I got chopper on me, like I came with bikers
She some footage shit, they see her try to fight her
It's an island on my neck, but not rockers
Whoa, whoa, whoa
What he do, what the fuck he do
They talking money, but I'm screaming too
Woo, beats never neat, so I had nine of those
Power peers on they beats, sighting them by the truth
I got fired, I got, I got fired
I got chopper on me, like I came with bikers
She some footage shit, they see her try to fight her
It's an island on my neck, but not rockers
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Look, mama put her hands on her toes
Whoa, whoa
I'm riding with my hand on the pole, no homo
I'm riding with it now, no roll, like Romo
Everybody know how I am
How 'bout to hear these men
How 'bout to hear that he hate
Pull up and pew, pew, pew, pew
Y'all a nigga get wet
Pull up and pew, pew, pew, pew
Screaming out, nigga, we bit
How 'bout that nigga, we bit
Wild on the moon, need no magic
She on racist, need no stylist
Pain on her face, now she look vibrant
You calling me, baby, and I say stop it
What he do, what the fuck he do
They talking money, but I'm screaming too
Woo, beats never neat, so I had nine of those
Power peers on they beats, sighting them by the truth
I got fired, I got, I got fired
I got chopper on me, like I came with bikers
She some footage shit, they see her try to fight her
It's an island on my neck, but not rockers
Whoa, whoa, whoa
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Writer(s): Marquell Jones, Nigel Fullenwinder
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