Free Game Lyrics

I have to do it, you know what's coming

Give me all good

Yeah free game shit

My cousin on the beat

I'm politicking with these sticks, I ain't tryin' to talk

I had to keep it, Chris Tucker, you know money talks

In the trenches with my thugs, this shit everyday

I'm Mike Tyson, lil' bitch, you know I'm heavyweight

I'm authentic, all facts, no gimmicks

Goofy, we can tell that you really not with it

You know vintage, all in her mouth, like a dentist

Come here arch back, lil' mama, I'm not finished

I came up, you was on uncle ice, pocket watcher

Still big B's, keep that flame like Waka

Nigga threaten me, I'm gon' send him to the doctor

You know, cook a nigga, smoke a blunt, order pasta

Big dog shit, all my niggas is steppers

And I got that dog food, put your ass on the stretcher

Playin' with this money, really got me in my feelings

Oh, we heard he tellin', we ain't doin' no dealings

I jumped off the porch, niggas was watchin' minions

When you broke, bitch, you ain't got no opinion

I was down bad with my dick in my hand

Cut the squares out my circle, executed my plan

Hammer get me out the jam, sendin' bullets like Cam

Smitched on a nigga, now he postin' for the gram

Stuntin' on these hoes like Martin did Pam

Million dollar business went down for a gram

You was fuckin' up the money, I was gettin' that pack in

Den loaf, try me, see if I'm lackin'

When I get that pack in, pussy, I'm taxin'

I said, when I get that pack in, pussy, I'm taxin'

What's happenin'? We gon' beat that ass, Joe Jackson

He was dirty mackin', I was all about that action

I was in the trenches on the ground like a skater

Lil one about business, he just tryin' to get that paper

Tryin' to get high, but you know I got them flavors

The bitch got demons and you still tryin' to save her

Hope out that bitch? Two guns, Tomb Raider

I'ma get that pussy and you know I ain't pay her

Old money, new money, new habits

Feelin' like Meg, bitch, you know that I'm a savage

Way above the average, you know I toe tag it

When I'm in my zone, I be ballin' like a maverick

Spike Lee, I gotta have it

Tell my plugs to the low, I can manage

Niggas stay bragging, you know I had to run it up

Make a bitch sell her soul for a hundred bucks

Like FBG, bitch, you better duck

Fuck the suckers, they be plottin', I was to the bag

Nigga think he hella hard and he a real crash

He wanna be hard and he a real crash

Dummy, I was all about that money

Had to cut her off cause the bitch was actin' funny

I was in the field trappin' till my nose runny

Nigga, I was in the field trappin' till my nose runny