Letras
There's no greater freedom
Oh, the fuck?
Your whole ends never did shit
Wanna talk 'bout me and the guys
Like your lil' bro didn't get flipped
Give a fuck bout your big bro too
He held shots from this twenty-two clip
Left bambo right on the floor
That lil nigga restin' in piss
If I catch one of them I ain't throwing no fists
You know I'ma turn on the switch
Yo, these niggas they really my sons
When I'm the drill and he's dropping his blick
How the fuck are you dropping your stick?
How the fuck are you going in so sick?
Yo, watch how I turn on the flash
See mans freeze like he's taking a flick
And the opps in the east get pitched
Yo, wanna talk about a trap and some kick doors
Is your side even got one wrist?
Yeah, you know that my side crushed bricks
And we took down your young boys kit
Like, please, don't crap out the last boy
From the LF tryna talk that shit
Like trust me niggas some jokes
Like don't let me start on the next one
Claiming Southside got jammed for his clothes
And these niggas not running for swiper
But they rather come dissing my bros
Yo, let me catch one of them try dropping my four's
You know how the street shit goes
Like I done seen everyone change
Her fifth got stomped on the range
Niggas living on range with opps
Bam got sho' and box
And techie in the cut and the boy just watch
Like techie in the cut just watch
Watch this young boy bam get boxed
Them niggas can't bring no talks
Watch how I step to the fifth with my knocks
Step to the fifth got one in the brain
These niggas ain't putting in pain
These niggas too scared to slide through the stack or the lane
These niggas some lames
Wanna talk bout sliding through the verne
Just stop for your skin get burned
You niggas some dozer kids