FREE JT Lyrics

FREE JT - Yanko

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I got a rambo next to my boxers, I wanna see Ks, no Calvin Klein

We didn't know which opp block to go, so we had a debate like Jeremy Vine

Come on, Joints, BWC in the cut, you get me?

Fuckin', you know time 'cah I got bagged, you get it?

D-Zeus

Free the guys, everyone doing bang up

Ocho, Ocho

We're really on tour behind them doors

Odessa Road to Chatsworth Road, if you come around here, then you better be sure

Make man bleed like a bitch in labor, but there won't be no baby born

My rambo blade is a burglar, it breaks into your skin and then takes what's yours

Don't give me no fuckin' verbal, just give me your spinal cord

If me and JP's on a mission, fishin', turn the paigon to a victim

Back my shank, do a zig-zag in his head till he looks like Lisa Simpson

This life that I live is addictive, even though it sent me to prison

I'll put my blade in your eye and twist like this car key when it's in the ignition

I gotta put my bread into toasters, so I can pop up and get a paigon toasted

If my knife was a USB then your lap or top is the port that it goes in

Me and JT went jail for a joke ting, they had the mandem screamin' free us

'017 was four man in a Toyota, praying that the police don't pree us

If you get stabbed up and die, tell your dead friend that I said, "Hi"

I'm sitting in jail like, "Where's my freedom?"

It got taken like your bredrins life

All my paigons do is lie, I'm startin' to think if another one dies

He'll jump on Insta' live from hell and tell everyone that he is alive

I got a rambo next to my boxers, I wanna see Ks, no Calvin Klein

We didn't know which opp block to go, so we had a debate like Jeremy Vine

If my zombie goes in your belly, it gets tangled in your intestines

Free JT, that's my right hand, he's already put blood on his tactical knife

Let's play a game called, "Don't get stabbed up"

Whoever gets stabbed up first is the one that drops and don't get back up

Stab man in his head and shoulders, my huntin' knife ain't curing his dandruff

If blood was a currency, then I'm tryna pull up and leave him bankrupt

Don't get stabbed up, 'cause it ain't cool if my Rambo thinks you're edible

You know I ain't playing no pranks, if it's in April and a waigon falls

They disowned my man when he got stabbed in the balls and lost his testicle

My man snitched when he got cabbaged, he was a talkin' vegetable

We got war with most of the borough and a war with a few old friends

If we back our shanks, tryna see true colours

That true colour we'll see is red

Bro didn't do that drill in a beamer, but he coulda X'd five of them

He put it to my man's head but the handgun jammed when he tried to fire the skeng when he tried to fire the—

If you get stabbed up and die, tell your dead friend that I said, "Hi"

I'm sitting in jail like, "Where's my freedom?"

It got taken like your bredrins life

All my paigons do is lie, I'm starting to think if another one dies

He'll jump on Insta' live from hell, and tell everyone that he is alive

I got a rambo next to my boxers, I wanna see Ks, no Calvin Klein

We didn't know which opp block to go, so we had a debate like Jeremy Vine

If my zombie goes in your belly, it gets tangled in your intestines

Free JT, that's my right hand, he's already put blood on his tactical knife