FREE L ft. LWithTheStick, Baby Glo & After.Fame Lyrics

Before we get on this motherfuckin' man

My nigga L sent me this beat while he locked up

Free L

Free the Lynchburg legend

Free the nigga who got me serious in the rappin'

Hey L, talk to him

I been in the trap chasing bands, bitch, I love new money

Yeah, I been in the trap cause I love the money

All the opps broke, they some bitches that ain't got no money

Yeah, Uh, I could show y'all something

I was out of town with that, I can't tell y'all nothing

I was out of town with that, I coulda showed y'all something

And niggas tryna buy beats, I can't sell y'all nothing

Niggas be bitches, won't pay the ticket, can't sell y'all nothing

I'm tryna sell this new shit, watch how I punch in

Every time I make these beats, bitch I punch in

I been in the stu cookin' up, bitch, I'm locked in

I been in the stu cookin' up, bitch, I'm blocked in

Uh, uh, time to clock in

I ain't got no job, this my work, bitch I'm clocked in

Niggas be mad as fuck, they can't stop me

I run into the money chasing bands, they can't stop me

I'm running up checks, touching money, this my new hustle

Yeah, these niggas broke as fuck, they ain't got no hustle

Catch me in the whip with two sticks, I ain't tryna tussle

Catch me in the whip with two sticks, bitch you gon' die

Catch me in the whip with you, I don't wanna talk about that

Catch me in the whip with my bands, bitch, I'll die about that

Catch me outside with my hunnit, I'll flip they whip

I remember, hold on, aye

I remember, niggas hated, now they fuck with me

And I remember, bitches hated, now they fuck with me

And now they hear Flex on the song, they wanna fuck with me

And me and Flex good on our own, we don't need no feature, yeah

Try to keep up

Niggas be paying for stu time, they can't keep up, no

Hey gang, it's our year nigga

We done dropped too many songs, it's our year nigga

If I don't got a gun, hit em' with a spear

Niggas flexing for the hoes in fu Denim Tears

Me and bro just hit a swipe, I just tell him cheers

You would think I'm in a whip, the way I'm changing gears

Hellcat on me, it's a, ah, okay

Hellcat on me, it's gon' take out a Challenger

Riding with a bad bitch, think that I'm mad at her

YP on it, he be geeking and bag him some

Four on the back, you'd think it's a tag or something

I'm getting money, trying to stack it like a pyramid

Ain't talking money, then you know I ain't even hearing it

I'm sipping drank but my white boy just bought a Beer in here

Tryna sample on the pack, like execs boy I ain't clearing it

Oh, you'd lie today? Better cherish it

My niggas crash out like it's fast furious

My nigga trying to spit until they get delirious

Wait, Fame, do they know that I got guns

Shit in my choppa kill him if I hit him once

Trying to piece L books, get him what he want

Trying to run a play back like Kareem Hunt

Got a 12 and a 20, I got double pumps

L FaceTime out the cut he trying to show me something

100 rounds in the chopper, that's a honey bun

100 rounds in the chopper, that's a honey bun

Nigga trying to fight, aye, this nigga must be dumb

Full metal jacket in this clip, gon' hit for tons

Ride around in fast shit, just for the fun of it

Niggas broke and mad, cause they be on some bummy shit

Two 19's with a mag boy, empty 100 clips

220 on the dash, boy, I'm riding some fast shit

YB on his ass, he be geeking the bag shit

L stuck in Blue Ridge, I'm trying to break him out

Face shot! 20 hollows, hit him in the mouth

I'm up, charging niggas packs when I hit the south

Gotta watch out for the feds when you on your route

My nigga from the Hollow, we don't tote them FMJs

I'm counting money in the lounge like a fucking chaise

I was down bad broke, prayed for better days

Now I'm using 16s and hitting better plays,

Free L

This nigga sent me this shit from jail, nigga