Fresh Out ft. Pizzx2 Lyrics

Berry B an I'm wit my brother bankroll

Free ya bitch the gang nga Free my brother bankroll

Free my nephew rozay Dennis Rodman we on bullshit

My niggas raising hell til they free my brother Pizz bitch

No cuffin these bitches want the money an da fame I jus fuck em

These hoes a set you up I can't love em I don't trust em

I could've fucked yo bestie bitch I could've fucked yo cousin

These hoes I jus cut em shit they coming by the dozen (No cuffin)

Free My Brother Pizz on the mob ima hold it down

Talking on the gram niggas see me they ain't make a sound

Tryna cross game this ain't checkers dats a bad move

I'm married to the money nigga bitches they can get it too

1453 on da gang my nigga stepping

I'm smoking on exotic got me higher than the jeston

They locking up my people got a young nigga stressing

It's Free ya bitch the gang niggas know that's what I'm reppin

They done locked my nephew John John free dat boy rozaay

They done locked my brother Pizz on da mob free da gang

Nigga screaming fuck 12 free my niggas out that jam quick

Berry B my name yelling free my brother Pizz bitch

Free My Brother Brother Pizz bitch

It's free ya bitch da gang we be yangin since 09

Cal said fuck being humble nigga dis yo time

Gotta keep a tunnel vision gotta stay up on my grind

Nigga feeling like I'm melly I got murder on my mind

Free my ngas out that slammer yea da gang bouta raise hell

Stacking up that bread so my niggas they could make bail

I'm bouta do the dash ain't no sonic but I'm fly like tails

Free Ya Bitch da gang all my niggas on dat dumb shit

Knock a nigga bitch now she sending me the funds quick

3 50's yea we sliding lil niggas bout smash shit

I'm tryna fly private overseas wit a bad bitch

Berry B my name nigga free my brother bankroll

Free ya bitch da gang young niggas chasing bankrolls

Free my nephew rozay Dennis Rodman we on bullshit

My niggas rasing hell til they free my brother Pizz bitch

Look

An we fresh out with this shit nigga (It's Pizz In Dis MF)

I said I'm back baby in the booth let me talk my shit

Running through the 6 with a brick an a chop that kick

Yang gang niggas call me Soulja cause my chain swang

Niggas stay pointing fingers but they gang bang

I'm In the field like I'm randy get my roll on

They say the bag on the way I had to go long

Hold on stop the beat get my swerve on freak bitch

Tryna lick my balls im like which one

Treat this dick like a vette an push that top back

I heard they spinned on y'all block an y'all ain't shot back

Put a 50 on a glock that bitch twerking forever

Had to put my ice on to switch up the weather

Treat this dick like yo stomach hoe suck it in

My mama dropped me on my head im the evil twin

Bread over beef and make a burger out this bitch

Niggas acting bulletproof like these bullets ain't gone hit

Look I don't call my bitches bitches Ima gentleman

Fly young nigga off that juice it's my medicine

We ain't tripping on no opps them niggas heaven sent

My bad them niggas dead an we gone leave em there

Choppa get to spitting Hail Mary GET OVER HERE

My bad them niggas dead an we gone leave em there

Choppa get to spitting Hail Mary GET OVER HERE