Free The Gang Lyrics

Yeah nigga

Baby bottle full of purple Wock

I only pour po drank up inside exotic pops

They though I was finna scrap they heard a couple shots

I threw a fully on the Glock im finna switch it up

Got a roster full of demons

Blick hot here come the sun like The Beatles

Put you in a suit like you going to a meeting

Talking shit come and see me

Disrespect my mans Ima pop you I aint Jeezy

Im tryna put my name on the map

Sending bullets off the snap

We get it popping we aint gotta get back

You sell me a fake perc you gon get killed for that

Its a lot of fake niggas out here bring the real ones back

I feel like Kobe in the clutch

Purple Buffs came from Hutch

Finna drop a golden sun matching piece for my son

You dont even own a gun but you be dropping shit

You might not make it through the month if we find out the crib

Aint nobody in the car just a K that's it

Shooter and the driver yeah I really meant that shit

Hopped off the porch I aint coming back til Im rich

My brother really in the grave and its some in the pin

I dont think these niggas understand how this shit can really get

You aint never robbed nobody you just hit a petty lick

We probably knock twice and then we coming in

Mask on thirty two under the blic I feel like rip

Ima hold my niggas down they dont know what we about

Im tryna put my niggas on y'all the type that run y'all mouth

You make me a type beat I want this to be the song

Niggas really not street I dont know why they around

Im doing this one for my people

Made ten bands on Easter

I be really on the road making money while you sleeping

You wanna learn how to jugg I need five bands to teach you

I knew I was gon pop when I turned into the leader

All this dirty money on me on my way to clean it up

I Only put a couple shots up I swear Im heating up

We won't stop until they seeing us

That nigga really think he loyal but dont know the meaning of it

Aint nobody in the car just a K that's it

Shooter and the driver yeah I really meant that shit

Hopped off the porch I aint coming back til Im rich

My brother really in the grave and its some in the pin