It Ain't Free ft. Lasevv Lyrics

I'm up in traffic clutching on my pole I'm ducking with that drake

Catch him slipping with that 556 I let it eat his face

I told bro nem' bitch I'm clutching glocks I'm moving out of state

If you gangster pop out on him put that bitch all in his face

Shit, let's get that cash I'm staying rich

Young turnt nigga get that bag but he be playing with them sticks

Catch him slipping with that drake bitch I'm gon' run and let it hit

Hold on, hold on, these niggas say he broke we got him fixed

Shit, bro on the road shit, huh, I can't let it slide, huh

Nigga disrespect, then his ass gon' die, got that, hold on

Bro nem' gon pop out with that fire

Get up close with that new drake

I'm tryna look him in his eyes nigga

Don't play with me, shit, don't play with me

I be ducking all these hoes but you can't duck a ARP

Get up on him, swing the door, bitch I'm gon' run down on feet

Shit, he want some za, bitch I'm taxing, it's a fee

Hold on, nigga, hold on, it ain't free

Ah, ah, shit, and it ain't free

Shit, ah, it ain't free

Walk down with that, tryna bump the ARP

Ayy, I'm gon' fuck your bitch I do the dash I'm in that challey nigga

And she kind of classy but I'ma fuck her in a telly, nigga

I'm smokin' on this gas I got this za in my belly, nigga

I do the fucking dash and I be trippin' so I might just crash it, nigga

I'm fresh as fuck I took his bitch and now he stuck, ayy

Nigga lookin stupid nigga, I don't give no fuck, ayy

Ayy, totin' on that drake ayy

Pussy say what's up, ayy

Mama ain't raise no killer but I might up and let it buck!

Hold on, let me catch it

I'm rubbin' on the pussy ayy

Rubbin' like some magic, ayy

And she kinda pretty but I'ma fuck her like she ratchet, ayy

Yea I like them thick so I can break they fucking back in

Young Stylez they gon' know my fucking name

I drive the SRT like I'm insane

To your bitch I bet my name make a ring

Professor Racks nigga, I'ma stay the same

Nigga talkin' like he with it nigga

I fucked your bitch nigga so I know you not with it, nigga

You see my head, ain't no fuckin' fitted, nigga

That mean I ain't cappin', nigga

Boy you better get with me, nigga

Pick the cash up on the floor, shit I'm in that Bentley truck

Got it and I want it up that bitch and make him give it up

I told bro I'm in that scat with that Mac doin' the max

I told bro we tryna slide, I told bro don't forget the mask shit

Get the mask and flip the racks and I'ma do the dash, ayy

I get in that scat with all them shots, I'm leavin' it at that

Yeah, he try to run, so he a Ricky I leave him on his back, ayy

Don't call my fuckin' line unless that shit about a stack