Kidz From Da Gutta - FREE THE GUYS

(Uh, uh, uh, uh) Free the guys
He know judges just ain't listen he might get some time
I just hit two-fifty for the lawyer, gotta seek a bond
I pray that the judges understand him
Knowing he ain't lying, he ain't lying
(Uh, uh, uh, yeah) Free the guys
He know judges just won't listen he might get some time
I just hit two-fifty for the lawyer, gotta seek a bond
I pray that the judges understand him
Knowing he ain't lying, he ain't lying
(Hold on) Two Glocks and hammers
Ain't reading my Miranda
Forgiato's in the Phantom
Move the brick straight to Atlanta
Totem poles and not for dancing
My Lil' Tecca out for ransom
Told him shooting not the answer
Throw on a fit just not for tantrum, yeah
I know some niggas locked up in them cells
I know some niggas ain't never seen bail
I know some niggas ain't never seen mail
All of these niggas they talk about killing and robbing
As soon as they booked then they tell
I know some niggas who calling me Batman and Robin
I'm having they think I could help
Uh, yeah, free the guys
Some of these niggas who dissing be bitches
I swear they be calling me out with some nails
Fuck you ain't wasting my time
I ain't got enough time when my niggas going through it in jail
Niggas be cap when they say they gon' do it then do it they do it
them same niggas tell
Yeah, if they say they my mans they capping
Only JB the rest gotta tap in
Free the guys 'till that shit ain't 'bout rapping
If you brodie the bail is the backend
Yeah, if they say they my mans they capping
Only JB the rest gotta tap in
Free the guys 'till that shit ain't 'bout rapping
(Uh, uh, uh, uh) Free the guys
He know judges just ain't listen he might get some time
I just hit two-fifty for the lawyer, gotta seek a bond
I pray that the judges understand him knowing he ain't lying, he ain't lying
(Uh, uh, uh, yeah) Free the guys
He know judges just won't listen he might get some time
I just hit two-fifty for the lawyer, gotta seek a bond
I pray that the judges understand him knowing he ain't lying, he ain't lying
(Hold on) Two Glocks and hammers
Ain't reading my Miranda
Forgiato's in the Phantom
Move the brick straight to Atlanta
Totem poles and not for dancing
My Lil' Tecca out for ransom
Told him shooting not the answer
Throw on a fit just not for tantrum, yeah
Five-hundred racks from the bank do whatever for brodie
Just bought him a new Richard Rolex
I'ma stay humble but I make it known if you bro man
I shouldn't have to tell you you owe me
I paid two-fifty they ain't unconvict him
They gave that boy twenty to life man they odeed
Black out the 'Bach when I'm sliding them big wheels is on me
You better believe it's for Kobe
I got the bail and them lawyers get rich by the case
But I swear I'ma free you today
I'm pulling up in the '8 meet you right at the gate
Get the 'Rari and then switch them plates
JB gon' slide then AB by the side call me Arty
You see the big 'Bridge on the chain
AB got the fire JB got his side
I'm upping the chop if you plot on the gang
Say it ain't so
Nobody to call
Who paying my bond?
I'm praying to God
My life in extort
No one came to my court
My life is so short, I'm risking it all
Who gon' be there when a nigga turn free?
Who gon' be there? I'm the nigga they need
I was that nigga put food on their plate
They ask for the sauce give 'em what they need
Free the guys 'till they all legalize
They ain't do it all on purpose don't got time to beat the verdict
I ain't pray in all them churches, put my mask on like a surgeon
In the field whole block be Purging
Two Glocks, two Ks, who got the nurses? Yeah
(Uh, uh, uh, uh) Free the guys
He know judges just ain't listen he might get some time
I just hit two-fifty for the lawyer, gotta seek a bond
I pray that the judges understand him
Knowing he ain't lying, he ain't lying
(Uh, uh, uh, yeah) Free the guys
He know judges just won't listen he might get some time
I just hit two-fifty for the lawyer, gotta seek a bond
I pray that the judges understand him
Knowing he ain't lying, he ain't lying
(Hold on) Two Glocks and hammers
Ain't reading my Miranda
Forgiato's in the Phantom
Move the brick straight to Atlanta
Totem poles and not for dancing
My Lil' Tecca out for ransom
Told him shooting not the answer
Throw on a fit just not for tantrum, yeah
Two Glocks and hammers
Ain't reading my Miranda
Forgiato's in the Phantom
Move the brick straight to Atlanta
Totem poles and not for dancing
My Lil' Tecca out for ransom
Told him shooting not the answer
Throw on a fit just not for tantrum, yeah

Written by:
Arthur Nisbett, Jaheem Davis

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