Lil Vision - Freebandz

Ayy come on man nigga
Im the biggest nigga the biggest mook checkin in nigga
Test your luck you better duck with me pussy and that's on god
Throw your cutter in the sky nigga
Let some shots fly

They on his ass they wrap him up like a mummy
Yea
Bitch i be up in the trap house all night bitch i be up till the sunny
I got packs they smellin funky
Yea
Old school serve my junkie
Round up my licks i got my dummies
Re up i got the new pack comin
I lift the weight up like this shit work out
Buddy he thought he gotta play but its burnt out
Thinking that shit going up ima see how it turn out
Me and my bros on a whole different route yea
My setup bitch in the south
Run in his spot we takin him down
Yea my neighbors told me that my work is so loud
You take two hits now you stuck in the clouds
Yea aint no more droughts we stay getting free bands
Stuck in that mud had to get out that deep end
Get to it like a addict on the weekend
My bitch want dick Ima give her that treatment
Yo bitch fuck with the kid and you peep it
Why the hell would I would listen to sneak dissin
Wet a nigga whole block they gon beat shit
Remember when them fuck niggas told me i wouldnt be shit
My bag is filled with that green shit
I dont got no time for a green bitch
I bend her back over then ima beat it
I know she goin that bitch finna eat it
All that fussin and bitchin and shit I don't need it
Yea I need a lil freak demon
Shit got rough had to get out that hell hole
Smokin that weed in LA got me mellow
Help my stress out bitch put that head low
She think she innocent but she not gettin no halo
Twin told me aint no lovin these hoes
I dont need that pussy in sports mode
I dont want it in 360 better park that hoe
New pack bitch i get it in
I got a exotic weed and i got some lows
I be hangin with my blood niggas
Yeah i love my niggas and i got some locs
My niggas itchin for blood nigga
Yeah whats up nigga
Yeah they strap with them hoes
Better knuck if he buck nigga
Yeah its up and stuck
Shooter takin his soul
My nigga K9 banging that slat
You fuck with a gang and we catchin a hat
Damn Reezy why you do em like that
Hundred rounds its some shit in his mag
Real guns none of them got a promag
Internet thuggin you goin out sad
Me and gang in Saks Fifth popping all the tags
My bitch got true religion on her ass
Yeah real shit though
Oh you mad i got your bitch she with me i slut her out
If we aint talkin bout no green at all then bitch just cut it out
I got my fiends they comin through my trap house like the In N Out
Yea
Nigga this shit get sticky better by keep your fye out
Huh
yeah my bitch so picky she cant pick a style out
Yea
if its ever man down all my bros gon wild out
Yea niggas move too iffy i keep shit a thou wow
On gang

They on his ass they wrap him up like a mummy
Yea
Bitch i be up in the trap house all night bitch i be up till the sunny
I got packs they smellin funky
Yea
Old school serve my junkie
Round up my licks i got my dummies
Re up i got the new pack comin
I lift the weight up like this shit work outs
Buddy he thought he gotta play but its burnout

Written by:
Myles Harvey

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