Aint Shit Free Lyrics

Yeah Buddy

Aye Dre turn me up

Fuck you send me this shit in the first place

You know I gotta activate on this shit, one time for the one time, uh

BLOAW!

Yeah

Uh

Yeah

Bitch I just jumped out the window and I land on my feet

And I got away clean, aint been seen bout a week

They know that I'm laying low out the beach

I'm on airplane mode

No I cannot be reached

Whatever you need, you can get it from me

If i middle man shit, then I'm charging a fee

Aint how it is, that's just how its gon be

Didnt ya daddy use to tell you that aint shit for free

The junkies been shoppin, they love how i do it

I opened the pack and they thought i had pooted

Said money talks, well i speak that shit fluent

I'm peeping these niggas, ain't liking they movements

The heat of the night i turn into a mutant

How in the fuck do he do it

I'm strapped, overheated like whips with no coolant

I'm Timmy the tool, you gon need some improvements

Cleats to ya teeth since you running ya lips

Cover ya ring cam and run in yo shit

I hit a lick, call it lickety split

I'm in the game, I aint calling it quits

Definitely not while I'm ballin and shit

I'm shot calling and shit, yeah I'm all in the mix

Red light cameras still taking my flicks

mask on my face so no face in the pics

Bitch i just jumped out the window and I land on my feet

And I got away clean, ain't been seen bout a week

They know that I'm laying low out the beach

I'm on airplane mode

No I cannot be reached

Whatever you need, you can get it from me

If i middle man shit, then I'm charging a fee

Aint how it is, that's just how its gon be

Didn't ya daddy use to tell you that aint shit for free

I swear I met my bitch at the bank

Natural hair, pussy tickle me pink

If the liquor is smooth, that's a rich nigga drink

Don't give a fuck what a rich nigga think

Sharks over here, ain't no fish in the tank

Better swim yo lil ass in that sink

If I'm hitting the scene, then these bitches gon faint

I aint saving these niggas, what I look like a saint

Fuck yo costumer service, I got a complaint

Why the hell I'm going so hard in the paint

Choppa it sing it sound like Eddie Cain

Nights like this man i wish it would rain

Mixing the anger with joys and the pains

Don't gotta act when it pumps in ya veins

Trading yo life for a couple of chains

The pilots said do what I want on this plane

Jumped out the window and I land on my feet

And I got away clean, aint been seen bout a week

They know that I'm laying low out the beach

I'm on airplane mode

No I cannot be reached

Whatever you need, you can get it from me

If I middle man shit, then I'm charging a fee

Aint how it is, that's just how its gon be

Didn't ya daddy use to tell you that aint shit for free