Free Shiesty Lyrics

Ridin with a stolen pipe

A broken headlight

Slow down, heavy damn

Look at that car, look like the feds right

Grippin' got my hands tight

No, I ain't playin' right

Ask the last man, he got hit up

Now he can't even stand right

The other one ain't breathin' right

The other one in dreams at night

Damn, this street shit crazy

Two knee deep, can't even sleep at night

That's why I keep my heater tight

Probably why I can't keep a wife

They say I be too distant

Think I'm cheatin' when I swing at night

Ayy, this street shit crazy

A product of the slums

I've been a hustler since a baby

I sold my favorite toy for a few dollars

And went crazy

Ask my momma

If I ain't have me a way, I was gon' make it

Free my niggas off murders and takings,

Gorillas still active

Runnin' jungles in them cages

I thought he was a opp

Until his name was on them pages

They say they wanted

Smoke but told it

In investigations

Got a pole, and you in traffic

Better take your shit off safety

See a nigga actin' iffy

Ain't gon' be no ands or maybe

Bro just got a brand new blick

Tryna catch a opp like safety

Get bit for all that barking

Hollow tips gon' give him rabies

Now I'm back in traffic

Ridin with a stolen pipe

A broken headlight

Slow down, heavy damn

Look at the car look like the feds right

Grippin' got my hands tight

No, I ain't playin' right

Ask the last man he got hit up

Now he can't even stand right

The other one ain't breathin' right

The other one in dreams at night

Damn, this street shit crazy

Too knee deep, can't even sleep at night

Why I keep my heater tight

Probably why I can't keep a wife

They say I be too distant

Think I'm cheatin' when I swing at night

Ayy, this street shit crazy

A product of the slums

I've been a hustler since a baby

Sold my favorite toy for a few dollars

then went crazy

Ask my momma if I ain't

Have me a way, I was gon' make it

Bring my niggas on murders and take me gang

The realest still actin

Runnin' jungles in them capes

God, hardy was an offer

Till his name was on the page

They say they want her

Smoke her, tote her

They say I be too distant

Think I'm cheatin' when I swing at night

Why I keep my head up tight

Probably why I can't keep it white

They say I be too distant

Think I'm cheatin' when I swing at night

Ayy, this street shit crazy

Too deep, can't even sleep at night

Why I keep my head up tight

Probably why I can't keep it white

They say I be too distant

Runnin' jungles in them capes

God, hardy was an offer

Till his name was on the page

Free my niggas out of cages

Had to say it twice

Ayy, three strikes like

Skrrt

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