Free Tha Guyz ft. DG & Red Dizzy Lyrics

(Red Dirt On The Beat) Dorien you know why you're a rapper? It's cause you have three tattoos, red cup, dreadlocks, and headphones (Yeah)

Damn, Hold on... Red Dizzy know you doing what we're doing FAP, Ferris Gang, Aye Aye

Hold on That's Lil Jah

Who's in the room with us

That's Lil Jah That's Lil Jah

Aye Got on my Ski with four deep in the V so don't fuck with FG boy you know we gon' throw (bang bang bang)

Don't fuck with DG he gon' let it go (grrttt)

Don't fuck with Dizzy you know you gon' blow (grrttt bang)

Out on a mission move tact then get low nigga watch who you be with your friends could be foes

Need to get low I got nowhere to go so I need me a rider no love for no hoe

Free Tha Guyz RIP Uncle Bernie, rest in peace, Sean Ski, RIP D Ski

Spin the block throwin' shots at the V leave you dead on the street paint your block like graffiti

We gon' get to that money we greedy let off we shoot back ain't no need for no treaty

With my dawgs that be Ju Pope and DG that 357 gon' spin like a CD (grahh, grahh, grahh)

DG throwin' shots out the renti me and Red Dirt in the stu gettin' benty

And nigga don't test me and don't fuck with Dizzy

He keep a knock on his hippie last nigga went home on a stretchy

Diamonds dancin' from Icy take your bitch treat her nicely

Grahh (bang) Grahh (bang) and you know I can't cuff unless she wifey

Shootin' movies, no Spike Lee, and my drip, shit pricey

Grahh, Grahh nigga you know what I'm on

For the hood I put on, got your bitch shakin' ass to this song

Can't fuck with niggas

nigga I don't get along

Gang, DG, Grahh

Just having fun with this shit man

Grahh, Bang, Aye

And the Lord good to me feel like I hit the lotto

Fuck wit me get smoked like gelato

Bitch I'm gettin guap got no time for no thot hoe

Celebrate all my blessings with the Vatos

I see it I need it I get it

I take everything that I learned from my pops

It's not always about throwin shots

I got young boys who look up to me on the block

Red Dirt yea they know he solid as a rock

Most niggas don't know what to do with a Glock

I don't be on my dolo I stay with a flock

Them my niggas they bout it you know by the walk

I love my lil bro and my nephew a lot

So I can't let them see me go down in a box

I ain't holdin a grip you don't know what i got

But my niggas posted on the block like the swat

Them my muddies on hots and they totin big knocks

Yea the pants be amiri and I'm totin big knots

Bad bitch in tha coupe I can't fuck with a group

A5 back to back white on black like snoop

Can't love on no thot I keep her in the loop

Hit the gas ride past we leavin state troops

Only Ferris Gang man yea it's war for them niggas

If the opps spin the block then it's war on them niggas

Ten toes down on the floor with my niggas (grrttt bow)

We pop out the store on my dick be the law (Bang Bang Bang!)

FAP out the mud with the guys

I got love for the guys let it flood for the guys

Imma up it and let that shit off for the guys

Runnin down it don't matter the cost for the guys

Always jackin that loyalty boy no backdooring a nigga

No adoring a bitch they be boring a nigga

Let that chop dump bullets pouring on niggas

Shells stormin on niggas we scorin on niggas

Aye bang (Bow bang)

Bang Gang (Bang)

FG that be Ferris Gang

Look around Fuck around make the Nina go bang (grrttt Bang)

(Bow) Bang (Bow) bang (Bow)

That's slang for the blick goin off

Glock with a beam I love showing it off

DG tote 50 he throwing it all