Free Mind ft. Nuskii Lmfb Lyrics

I just been bumpin' some Tims Brody confused, he don't know what block he

Should bend I just want money, I don't need no friends

Like They know who really settin' the trend

They know I ball like I play for the Renz like

Bro a demon only know it's Sin like Brody up it, all he know is Send like

Wrote the message I forgot to send like niggas be hatin'

I got all love, we got it with us And they all snub, I'm with some members

And they all thugs, thought you was gang That's the wrong one, all that snake shit

That's gettin' normal Never know who the fuck really loyal

Really for you, hit my phone everyday I ignore you

Switch on your niggas, I feel like they bought you

Ima hit it one time, I can't court you Brody want it, I told him that's all you

Split the bag with my niggas, that's normal I got money, bitch, I could afford you

You got shooters, my niggas, they score too She been fuckin' her friends, they some whores

Too You got love for the money, I sure do

He gon' talk off ya ears till he bore you 45 on me, no, I ain't gon' spaw you

Tryna write and unsend, but I saw you Tryna tell all your friends that I'm for you

I cannot cuff her , cause I don't like cops She a thot, but she fuck with the opps

Telly links, she can't come to the spot How you jackin' some shit that you not

I told Brody just think out the box with this shit

Really pour out your heart in this shit

I told Brody just think out the box with this shit

If you fuck with the opps, you get popped in your mit

You was dropping your lo, we was bending that shit

It was me, nik and ant with three knocks in the whip

And you fuck with the opps, you can hang with the members

Getting line, by a thot better get it together

If he talkin' on bro, we spinning anythe weather

And if he tryna run the bullets, they gon' catch him

And if I'm outside, then it's 30 on me That lil' boy tryna run, he got hit in his knee

If I don't got the pole, then that shit is on neek

He got shot in his shit, that nigga try to creep

And free all my niggas that sit on the rock

And I keep me a knock, cause I ain't tryna box

Put a switch on the blicky, knock him outta sock

These niggas be informants, talking to the cops

And I keep a blicky for the fake thugs

And when I hit the hood, them niggas show me love

50 Ps or better when I hit the plug

40s and Berettas when I hit the club

Come to my side, guarantee it's a knockout

Every time that I spend, I gotta bring the block out

And if I see a opp, I gotta bring the knocks out

And if I call a B gang, muddy bring the chops out

And if I call a B gang, muddy bring the chops out

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