5l kell - Free da 5s (feat. Baglife Tee)

Free the gang, on the gang
I like to pull beats up, then walk em down
My nigga like to take V-cuts, then walk shit down
I just bought a brand new Glock, it came with 30 rounds

And it came with a, it don't make a sound
Nigga, I don't think that ten real, why the fuck is brown
Put a silver K9 in my system, I can't feel the ground
In my plug, I got the drugs that I want, he better look around

If I don't get no lean or no pills, I need me a pound
I catch a B, I'm out in 7-2, then goin' out of town
I can tell if a nigga want to, by the way that he sound
If I throw this one-two, then you hittin' the ground

Nigga, don't nobody know you, you ain't comin' around
Wind down my street the wrong way, I might flip that bitch
Keep thinkin' that your life a movie, I'ma end that bitch
Today turned out a good day, ain't he had a scream

No, I'm lyin', I just missed six plays, cause I had to sing
Yeah, screamin' for the gang, and throwin' fives into them niggas home
Get em gone, my niggas out here trippin', doin' niggas bowl
Pass the rock to T, he got it off, I'm tryna get some more

Stenchy with the rock, I'm tryna blast it, hittin' niggas dome
Trappin' O.T., fiends mad that I ain't even home
Tired of niggas cappin' and they rappin', it's really gettin' old
Just pop the trans and the scat, you tryna get a loan

Lil' pape-i -touch every day, you probably sell your soul
Yeah, right or wrong, my niggas gon' slide, we campin' on your street
How the fuck you droppin' fives when you don't think it's beef
How the fuck you switchin' sides when you don't think shit's sweet

These niggas do that get-back and get the pushin' piece
Yeah, seen it all and done it all, ain't nothin' new to me
Lost it all and got it all back, like you remember me
Quit the center, huntin' to his home, special delivery

Bought a whole peak yesterday, but it's some different wind
Trap slappin', breakin' numbers, I tow tax bracket
Big addict, bummin' through scratchin', better tax passin
Walkin' out the bank with a hunnid, you playin' stepdaddy

Countin' up these hunnids all day, my niggas stay real
Leave his brains on the ground, that shit look like a pot of spaghetti
The nightmares I have unusual, I don't see no Freddy
I pop pills and drink Green Lean, that be on the record

Free my nigga Rambo off that box, I know he hate that tether
I know he hate that tether

Written by:
Markquelle Trent

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