FREE WILLY ft. Metro V Lyrics

OG G on the DJ

You say you got the sauce, I got serviettes to Wipe em off

I be with the dawgs, they ain't eating candy Floss

Too much company lost, sound like Eskom with the flaws

Faces on the floors, we aint knocking, we just kicking doors

One shot, two thots, this wick is the blue dot

Real pops, real drops, no more playing X-box

Real dawgs, real shots, young guapo in the Guap guap

And the real money, real honest, we'll run it

Boxes of new money, crispy like some crummings

Hot shot blocks, hot one shot in the top block

Stop, hop, hop, hop, got the streets on lock

Blocks stuck in one position, man, n***a need a Sensor

You want drop tops, real rocks, bust down and Some new glocks

I want truth, honesty, real love and some new Plugs

Old ones get bumped up, they can't take the Heat

They fake thugs stay out my way

You get hit if you try to judge

I'm on the way like Kevin Gates, annihilate all The snakes

They take up space, I'm saying grace, check my Waist

The belt of faith, you out of date, I eat your Spades to chopper out

Y'all can go on dates, you immigrate, I separate The love and hate

Not stupid if I'm not a slave, I rock these Chains, they heavyweight

We celebrate after we medicate

This injured with that pound of haze

Blow it in my face, I'm high all day

Love life this way, I pound away, keep stressing

Free Willie, ain't nothing here but Free Willie

Fat blunts, man, you can call them fillies

Pull up and you know that's Willie

Don't be trying to act silly, nothing free, yeah But Willie

Free Willie, ain't nothing here but free, but Willie

Fat blunts, man, you can call them fillies

Pull up and you know that's Willie, don't be Trying to act silly

Real shots, two dots, this week is the blue dot

Real pops, real drops, no more playing xbox

Real dogs, real shots, young guapo in the guap Guap

And the real money, real hunters, we'll run it

Boxes of new money, crispy like some Crummings

Hot shot, blocks hot, one shot in the top block

Stop, hop, pop, pop, got the streets on lock lock

Stuck in one position, man, nigga, need a Sensor

We on the way like Kevin Gates, annihilate all The snakes

They take up space, I'm saying grace, check my Waist

The belt of faith, you out of date, I ate your Spades

The chopper out, I can go on dates, you Immigrate

I separate the love and hate, now scoop a date

I'm not a slave, I rock these chains, they Heavyweight

We celebrate, I'm etiquette, disintegrate

That pound of hate, explode in my face

I'm hot all day, love life this way

Pound a day, keep stress away

I'm living life like my name is Jimmy Holiday

One shot, two dots, this week is the blue dot

Real props, real drops, no more playing xbox

Real dogs, real shots, young guapo in the guap Guap

I need real money, real hunnids, real hunnids

Boxes of new money, crispy like some Crummies

Hot shot, blocks hot, one shot in the top block

Stop, ops, pop, pop, got the streets on lock lock

Stuck in one position, man, nigga, need a sim Swop