Free S Lyrics

Late night off the wocky be crazy

Got a foreign that lil bitch from Haiti

And this double cup got me lazy

Why a hundred hoes call me baby

Gra, Gra

Why these bitches want my baby like

Hold on, gra

Rah rah rah rah rah

I got some bitches that only wanna fuck like

That's cool, baby come link at two

I got some bad bitches in the telly

If you need a pack send it through zelle like

I got it

Whatever you need my nigga I got it

Oh she like drugs? Bitch I'm the dealer

Oh she like bread? Bitch I'm a tipper

Oh you like lean? Bitch I'm a sipper

Every time I fuck her ass get bigger

I need a bad bitch that's gon touch her toes every time a nigga gon link

I need a bad bitch that's gon eat it up without even having to think

I'm recording this bitch with a glock on me

I'm fucking this bitch with my crocs on

This a banger nah this ain't no pop song

Know an opp bitch got the drop on him like

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

I ain't a father but she call me dad

I need a bitch that's gon fuck up her back

If you needed za Imma send you the pack

If you needed yerks I'll send you the pack

If you need some white I'll send you the pack

Like, uh

Put your hands on your knees girl

Bend it over let me see girl

Like uh

You dirty

Lil bitch I'm disgusting

I'll put a hole in your muffin

Okay mama I do not dance

I just lean back when I'm drunk

Said she came here with her friends

Mine snuck three guns in the club

Said she ain't feeling this party

I said baby girl what's up

I got two woods in my pockets

I touch road baby let's fuck

Get your hands off of my cup

You ain't throw down for my drink

If I sip green it might kill me

So I keep sipping that pink

Aye don't run nigga don't blink

Aye don't drown nigga don't sink

Catch my opp and we kept clicking

That boy flopped

Fuck did you think

Who want smoke

Niggas got gas

At your home smoking that pack

He was making threats on the internet

So that fuck nigga got taxed

Ruby rose where is you at

I'm in mode wait till I'm back

Need your legs outta them pants

Hitting your holes tongue in your cat

Everything gold

Everything cash

Every gun chrome

Some of them black

All my songs old

Every hoe whack

Every opp gone

Smoking opp packs

Out of my bong

Hoes in my lap

Singing my songs

Ask where I'm at

Packs a go fast

Like a four flat

They get more drugs

We get more cash

They get more mad

We get more hoes

Nigga jus flashed

So he got smoked

Shoulda used that

Guess he ain't know

Should not lacked

So he went ghost

I don't do jail

So I got low

Tote a 45 and I love poles

I cannot die keep a stick close

I jus get high count up my dough