Free Tyson
Fuck the jake's free my twin
They busted down the door when we was cuttin' off the band
Nah I gotta roll up in the benz get the bands
Fuck the jake's free my twin
Busted down the door when was cuttin' off the band
Me and Twin did the race and we pulled up in the Benz
Tryna knock off your head, get you dropped real quick
I just don't got no time for that stupid ass shit
Me and Twin T-Flocc gotta flip all the bands
Goin' like 200 on the dash, finna flip the fuckin' Benz
Me and Twin do the race and we speed from the Jakes
We knockin' off your head, y'all get turned to a case
And we rollin' up, put your limbs in a body bag
You ain't gettin' no bands and your music is some trash
Fuck them pigs, close the case, free my twin
And we knockin' off dreads and we leave you in a shape
Fuck all that shit, me and Twin was gettin' lit
And we pull up on your block, we don't care bout shit
We gon' leave you right cut up, head right cut off
Wanna talk shit, you get banned in the touch
We turn you into some soup, little boy, you ain't hard
Wanna up them foes, you get smacked in your jaw
I'm screamin', fuck the pigs, ayy, free my twin
He's gettin' out, ayy, y'all get dropped in the end
They busted down the door when we was cuttin' off the band
Nah I gotta roll up in the benz get the bands
Fuck the jake's free my twin
Busted down the door when was cuttin' off the band
Me and Twin did the race and we pulled up in the Benz
Tryna knock off your head, get you dropped real quick
I just don't got no time for that stupid ass shit
Me and Twin T-Flocc gotta flip all the bands
Goin' like 200 on the dash, finna flip the fuckin' Benz
Me and Twin do the race and we speed from the Jakes
We knockin' off your head, y'all get turned to a case
And we rollin' up, put your limbs in a body bag
You ain't gettin' no bands and your music is some trash
Fuck them pigs, close the case, free my twin
And we knockin' off dreads and we leave you in a shape
Fuck all that shit, me and Twin was gettin' lit
And we pull up on your block, we don't care bout shit
We gon' leave you right cut up, head right cut off
Wanna talk shit, you get banned in the touch
We turn you into some soup, little boy, you ain't hard
Wanna up them foes, you get smacked in your jaw
I'm screamin', fuck the pigs, ayy, free my twin
He's gettin' out, ayy, y'all get dropped in the end
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Writer(s): Will Kill
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