#FreeDruce Lyrics

Fuck the beat, I tell it, come catch me

Like a ballin' this bitch, I be wreckin'

Check the score, they cannot win, technically

We in the finals, they stuck in the rec leagues

I can't help that my niggas be steppin

You're not Big Dollar, nigga, you are Pipsqueak

And we totin' them veterans' weapons

Did you know yo bitch walk everywhere, I be steppin

Got some bullets with names and they landin' like Stephen

Drop dick, an put her in heaven

Just talk to my demons, holdin' Kevin light

He got put down in the cement just for talkin' reckless

TDE infectin' all the money

Remember niggas thought this shit was funny

Stepped in my bag and now these niggas runnin

Stepped in my back and now they cannot touch me

I remember they bitch wanna fuck me

All my opp niggas bitches is dusty

Rockin chrome hearts, but bitch you still dusty

Smoke that boy and mix him with the musty

Hit a smut, lil' nigga, you disgusting

Took his bitch and she didn't even rush me

Fucked her twice, he must be gettin' rusty

In my bag, you don't ein gotta buck B

How the fuck you don't ein gotta buck B

Prada, Druce, Prada, Prada on me

Niggas phony, by they lonely

I been ran up' them racks by my lonely

Got these lil' bitty bitches say bone me

I been smokin', these niggas can't hold me

If you need me, I'm where all them toads be

Fuck the doctor, boy, go get your check up

Fuck the vest, we aimin' for the neck up

Fly like birds we fuck the nest up

He swear he a demon with them check stub

Put him in the air with all the rest of em

I'm a slime for life, you better check some

And I know these niggas never been dumb

Shut the fuck up, you ain't really spinnin' none

Shut the fuck up, you ain't really spendin' none

On his ass, cause I know I been the one

On his ass, cause I know that slime my son

Totin' Tommy Gunn, when the drama come

Bitch, we be restin' down, bring her some

In the back of the lac, finna slide on some

Know these niggas give up when they know you won

Know these niggas give up when they know you won

Wave a bitch like Chris, Paul, who can't have my son

Cause we poppin', they act like they know us all

And we not stoppin' no motion for hoes or nan

Bring the cops and you losin' your soul for none

Real life nigga, you stuck in that place, I'm gone

And if you mistaken, trip

While you on a feets, you done

TDE got a big vision, I think that I'm seein' some