Free Hank (feat. Pooh Shiesty & Roboy) (Explicit) 歌詞
Free Hank (feat. Pooh Shiesty & Roboy) (Explicit) - Enchanting/Pooh Shiesty/Roboy
Lyrics by:Channing Nicole Larry/Rodney Marcellus Rozier Jr./Lontrell Williams/Elijah Best
Yeah uh
Yeah yeah
Ayy
Trappin' ain't dead these n***as just scared
Yeah
They turn they run to the feds
God
She say Open your eyes I'm like lil' b***h I'm high
Can't you tell that I'm full of them meds
On God
We are down on the scoreboard you gotta forfeit
All of yo' n***as is dead
Come get your ho back that p***y throwback
Blow me up hit me I leave 'em on read
Blaow
I'll f**k on your b***h I don't lay up
I'm rollin' on X just to stay up
Ayy
Skinny b***h but you see that my weight up
Tryna f**k you right now I won't wait up
On God
B***h I'm blowed I been runnin' that cake up
Uh huh
Might speak it to 'em I don't say much
B***h I'm MVP still I don't play much
Titties on the Glock these are no A cups
Uh huh
Woah
They know ain't no ho in my blood
My dad ain't yo' uncle so I ain't yo' cuz
Ayy you know the old me so don't approach me
N***a this ain't what it was
They mad that I done run my sack up
Racks up earned it this s**t out the mud
Cross me and I gotta get payback
No you can't pay that I want it in blood
On God
Free Hank 'til my brother come home
My fellas stay grippin' that chrome uh
B***hes sellin' their cat I sell songs
Done ran up that sack on my phone
I cannot make this s**t up
Boy yo' a*s limp can't get up
Do this s**t for my mama can't give up
N***as fake crop their a*s out the picture
Ayy ayy
I be full of that juice like a pitcher
Uh
You a opp now it ain't nothin with ya
Nuh uh ayy
Yeah it's all from the gang so we get up
Look
Ain't no competition so just give up
Yo' lil' girlfriend go down and she eat up
Bad lil' b***h with a magazine no pages
Yeah yeah
You lil' n***as be broke makin' no wages
B***h go talk to God if you need savin'
Ayy big brr
Tote the chop with the box got cable
Tried to run up now he disabled
Can't walk
Drop A Body ENT my label
Co sign
If I ain't do it myself I paid him
On God
Every gun got a drum and a laser
And a scope
Yo' shooter ain't s**t just trade 'em
Gotta go
He got hit up close cremate 'em
Brr
N***a won't tote Drac' 'til I made him
Brr brr on God
Yeah yeah
FN on the stove when I cook up
I cook up
Hundred deep at the show when they book up
Every time I look up
Gave him two to the chest can't sit up
Brr
I told Chant Keep shootin' might get up
Brr brr
If you with me ain't no in the middle
No
DOA couldn't get to the spitter
Can't see in the dark
FOA's want three four killers
Brr
After this four I'ma need a new liver
Let's go
Hit the club out of my body and ain't worry 'bout it 'cause I brought them killers in here
I ain't with all of that talkin' as soon as you start it I bet I'ma finish it here
Whole lotta water on me diamonds dancin' like the Harlem Shake
With a n***a tank on E if they gas 'em we gon' off his face
My shooter one call away this s**t get ruthless goin' hard no play
We ballin' all the way and we ain't hoopin'
Stand up n***a I'm a lion like Lucious stupid
If you think I'm lovin' these groupies use it
If you say you packin' your toolie losin'
N***a that's somethin' I ain't doin'