FreeGame ft. Official.Mani Lyrics

Hey mani, you see what bro said about you

Hell yeah, bro called me a head

It's cool, I got some shit for him

I already know what time it is, get this shit rolling

Yeah, yeah, spark that wood

Y'all

That shit sound real good in the headphones, turn that shit up

Alright

Camp shit, nigga

Shit, mani this might be the one, I ain't gonna lie

I know

I'm a stepfather, boy and girl laying in a trap, that's my stepdaughter

Bitch, I done whip more ass than a stepfather

Boy and girl laying in a trap, that's my stepdaughter

Nigga, trynna, be like the camp, I told them, step harder

Nigga, yeah, this sauce ain't cheap, what's your best offer

It's a new year, bitch, you gotta get some pay

You trap it or you skim it, but just stay up out the way

My nigga Nolan got a play, so I'ma call my nigga Dray

Like you made it in a week, nah, I made it in a day

And if I want a pack gone, then I'ma call my nigga Day

And if I want his ass gone, then I'ma call my nigga Tay

And if we hop out on feet, you better make sure they lace

Cause if we catch you, then my baby sam hopping out with Drac

And we ain't hit you in your shit, then dump your body in the lake

My nigga Dray, he got a switch in he, press it with no aim

So you better not think about taking his chain

Cause if you do, then I'ma knock the fucking thoughts up out your brain

Hitting bitches from the back, they yelling out the game

Bitch, I'ma put you up on sauce, nigga, here's some free game

Yeah, we sneaking in your shit, but it's only one way

And I'm like, shh, be quiet

Nigga, where your mask at

Sneaking through the back of the trap, that's where the cash at

And I'm like, shh, be quiet

Nigga, where your mask at

Sneaking through the back of the trap, that's where the cash at

Bullet shells come out my gun, I need a trash bag

But Nol, I'm real swifty with the Glock, I'll turn past that

Wanna see me make a quarter meal

Give me six weeks

I just bought me a new whop , I finna let this bitch sing

Money quick to up the chop, he ain't jumping in no ring

Quick to cock this bitch back, and then I dump it on a pin

My nigga want a box, have my nigga Tyson in that ring

Give me a money, skeet up, you know you riding scene

And brother turn into a pill head, he steady popping peen

Money tell me hop out with glitch, now I'm on my feet

Nigga, where you at? I'm tryna come and find your love

Nigga, where you at? I'm tryna come and find your love

My little nigga turn into a feed, I see them buying blood

I just bought me a new off, I'm left a nigga with some hoes

Niggas see me pop out with four niggas, they like, there you go

Nigga, look, no

Just give me six weeks, and I can make a meal through this load

I ain't worked in three years to make a thousand off the phones

In the summer, give me three weeks, I'm dumping seven bows

A hundred twelves if they like, no, how you get it gone

Yeah, you're my phone slap, and I be running through these bows

They like, no, what you on? Can you put me on

Hell no, I ain't have nobody to put me on

Till I start to make a couple thousand off these phones

Buy a bow, flip a tits, some cash, buy some beads, where y'all money go

Money, yeah, we kick it through the back, that's where the money go

Bro, bring his fanny so he wouldn't drop his pole

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