Free Life Lyrics

We in that fast shit, can't keep up

Work be inna vent, I tell my bitch don't turn the heat up

Riding in the black with my feet up

I don't do the kissing, you can damn sure eat up

Check drop, we ain't splitting that

Told em ima drop again tomorrow so he cool with that

Treat my bitch like the opps, we go for tit for tat

Send my youngins onna move, see what they bringing back

We don't do 419, we sell dimes if the feds ask

Scales be onna block, serving drop to them pill addicts

In the back, counting money up with slump

Bitch we two manning

And the way we catching bombs, you would think we play with Peyton Manning

Lil charge, ain't nun

I just ran up bout 50 nigga

They just said lil Dulai back in town, tryn get wit a nigga

Nigga think we cool,I'm just tryn fuck his sister

Bitch keep hitting my phone, said I don't like her pictures

Young and turnt, I got a lot to lose

9 In the morning, told the teller I need all blues

Put the gang on my back, I don't pick and choose

Caught em lacking, smooth maneuver

That's a stick and move

Niggas try to diss me like I listen to em

I'm really saying shits, you gotta listen to me

PUA over, still got a lotta movement

Check bounced back, call the bank

Say you tryna dispute it