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Ah, yo, free me, man
We see the opps, hop out, man
(A Lau on the beat) Keke, DOA
The fuck, nigga, 94K (grrah)
OGzK, OYK (grrah)
Haha, free my son Deuce (grrah)
Free the Blammas (grrah, grrah)
Free us, fucked up
Hahaha
DOA, we gon' turn this shit up (ahh)
Patty and 'Migos, she's turnt the fuck up
Other side goofies, they some chumps (they some chumps)
.40 kickin' like Bruce Lee, when I dump (don't run)
Baba line who, bitch? You dumb
Try to line me, I'm dyin' wit' you and my gun (with you and my gun)
Grrah, try to line me, I'm dyin' wit' you and my gun (grrah, grrah)
I can't lack for a bitch that be on me (that be on me)
This .30 got hollows for him and his homies
Had to walk on both feet, couldn't get us a stoley
Went to shoot at the opps with my doley
I was stuck in the streets, I was starting to get lonely (uh-huh)
Niggas talking that shit like they know me (like they know me)
I done been through the storm, they can't fold me (they can't fold me)
All the opps on my dick, tryna clone me (on my dick)
Name whatever it is, let it be that (let it be that)
Catch 'em leavin' his crib, he won't be back (grrah)
Brodie gon' pop out the cut, he won't see that (he won't see that)
Shit get real, it's not fake so don't think that (so don't think that)
Fuck a day shift (uh-huh), my goons pop out at dark, tryna slay shit (grrah, grrah)
Off the patty and 'Migos, she ain't actin' basic (ahh)
Free Kay Flock, I can't wait 'til that day hit (grrah-grrah)
DOA, we gon' turn this shit up (turn this shit up)
Patty and 'Migos, she's turnt the fuck up (turnt the fuck up)
Other side goofies, they some chumps (they like what?)
.40 kickin' like Bruce Lee, when I dump (grrah-grrah-grrah) (don't run)
Baba line who, bitch? You dumb (ahh)
Try to line me, I'm dyin' wit' you and my gun (with you and my gun)
Grrah, try to line me, I'm dyin' wit' you and my gun (grrah-grrah-grrah)
You keep jackin' the gang
Is you ready to slide or die?
Like, put all your pride aside
No time for mines, the guys forever gon' ride
I don't got a reason to lie (grrah-grrah)
R.I.P. JayRipK, he fiendin' to say this
He told me, like, "Dougie, these niggas ain't right"
Turnt the Y, I move wocky when I don't know why
Just a kid wit' the pole, ain't no reason to lie
And don't you get caught with that nigga when I'm throwin' shots
Like, no, ain't no reason to bop
Like, no, I can't go, I'm keepin' my chop
So stop, just bool and go get you some guap
You popped and hot
At any age, you gettin' flocked
Like, every opp, they gettin' shot
Like, Dougie B, they gon' remember me (grrah-grrah)
Miss all the memories
Tell 'em, "Free Flock" (grrah-grrah)
DOA, we gon' turn this shit up (ahh) (turn this shit up)
Patty and 'migos, she's turnt the fuck up (like, what? Like, what?)
Other side goofies, they some chumps (they some chumps)
.40 kickin' like Bruce Lee, when I dump (grrah-grrah-grrah)
Baba line who, bitch? You dumb
Try to line me, I'm dyin' wit' you and my gun (with you and my gun) (don't run, don't trip)
Grrah, try to line me, I'm dyin' wit' you and my gun (grrah-grrah-grrah)
Free Flocka