Free Game Lyrics

Yeah, free game, keep your blicky on you

Fuck these niggas, you don't need a thing

Ridin' through the city, causin' hell with the gang

My youngin wanna drill me, I think he want stain off me

Tryna get this money anyway

And you gotta bust that bitch, don't hesitate

And my bitch, she on my side, don't separate

Tryna get the money seven ways

But these niggas really weak like seven days

I don't fuck with it

Nah I ain't hit the yo' in some months

Come up with a plan to get these bands so we can stunt

Yeah, I should've peeped the signs, that they was lyin', I had a hunch

Yeah, I used to smoke on Optimoes, yeah, One gram in my blunt

Yeah, five deep in the hotbox, yeah, two sticks in the front

And I ain't talkin' down on no nigga, I'm just hoping he don't run

Yeah, a nightmare won't fight fair, no, we don't do no ones

They ain't even peep the blickies, yeah, you know we tuck the guns

I'm a southside nigga, clutching on my trigger

Yeah, niggas cappin' in their raps for real, so I don't feel em'

Used to walk up to the store so much, I got some blisters

Yeah, used to see Big Red up at the store, his bitch had killed him

(Damn)

Yeah, I like fuck it huh, that's just how it be

Caught door locking, you know we had to hit the feet

And ever since they killed lil Quan, nah, I ain't seen no peace

Yeah, I do not promote this shit, this what I been through in the streets

Uh, and I ain't rapped up in a minute, yeah

We was bending corners, duckin' cops, and jumpin' fences

Had to bang it out, and ever since, he had extensions

I don't do no IG beefin', so don't at me in your mentions

Yeah, they like, young nigga, you trippin

You ain't no dumb nigga, you the one nigga, so I had to go on a mission, yeah

I just want the funds and all the crumbs so I'ma get it

We gon' pop out with them Glocks for real, Might hit his fitted

And these niggas know I'm back on

Nigga talkin' on my brother, swear the boy get slapped on

Nigga try to run the 5-5-6, might hit his backbone

Niggas dumby they be crashin' out, so they don't last long

So don't cap on me, I got straps on me

If a nigga diss my brother, he get clapped, put on a tee

And we got exotic bags, we give the tax, they pay the fee

That's how it get on Southside, yeah, you better play for keeps

Yeah, this free game, I hope you listen to what I told ya

Nigga shot himself inside the leg and I had drove em

Yeah, my pockets fat, know that slim, bitch, I'm a soldier

And they know I keep a heater , cause my heart be gettin' colder

Free Game uh huh

Free Game uh huh