1017 Freestyle (feat. Pooh Shiesty, BIG30 & Foogiano) (Explicit)

1017 Freestyle (feat. Pooh Shiesty, BIG30 & Foogiano) (Explicit) - Gucci Mane/Pooh Shiesty/Foogiano/BIG30

Lyrics by：Radric Davis/Carlton Mays Jr./Lontrell Williams/BIG30/Kwame Khalil Brown

Honorable C Note

It just can't be what it can't be

'Cause it simply what I say it is

Busted out the vacuum seal you can smell this s**t in Fayetteville

Black Jaguar no Jacksonville I don't even know what year it is

He didn't guard his taco

Now his ground beef on his steering wheel

Coachin' now my n***as ballin'

You can't peep what play it is

They're so full of d**e

They probably don't even know what day it is

I rocked the middleman

He probably don't even know who year it is

Judgin' on my prize

I told Big Five This ain't no fire drill

Ballin' like the Final Four

Got more devils than Duke and them

Ain't no mean muggin' or shoulder shruggin' see I'm shootin' them

N***a took down one of my guys

So I want at least two of them

It's a lot of n***as still play both sides

That's why Gucci through with them

Ayy them seven six two shoot at him

Don't play with Wop while Pooh with him

Fox thirteen we rep that murder gang just ask or Google them

Don't talk to me about your opps

Unless you came from shootin' at them

I'm clutchin' my bump stock in the drop top we bumpin' who-is-him

Pop a Perc' now I'm geeked up

Guess this how them nerves feel

Pass my n***a a new choppa

Let's work on your third kill

Before we pull off circle the block

See how far my serve is

It's six K for a pint of Wock'

If you want your syrup with the seal

That's for sure keep that Draco in my lap

Scream T T B we trained to blow

New Cartier head with the Cuban link

Had to switch out the rope

Five hundred shots up in this b***h

If you play we gon' do the most

Two baby choppas hid in my coat b***h

I'm havin' power like Ghost

A K with the machete

So we gon' open up your belly button

No you did not catch the body

Why you wanna take credit for it

All my n***as Choppa Gang but different sets like Teletubbies

Nothin' but convicts in this studio I'm with my felon buddies

Throw back Percocets and pour up Wock' we call that powered up

Put four holes up in that big boy's back

Call him an Audi truck

Get shot up in your face for cursin'

N***a better not shout at us

Better know who you chasin' dare talkin' 'bout you comin' after us

They say thirty you done lost it

Poured up in the water bottle

Strapped up with a Judge on me I got the biggest revolver

Heard my new opp was a problem

Popped out with that problem-solver

I got killers on payroll and they gon' kill you

N***a ever play with us we gon' get active handle that

I send Scarr deep on the fly

Big Thirty bleed he get the sack

Pooh let the whole hundred go

So I call him Wilt Chamberlain

I throw this bomb just like Brady

Big Wop like Bill Belichick

Twenty in this F N

It shoot like Durant my arms extended

Don't start no conversation 'bout me

'Cause boy your life will end

I would never play with no man

I shoot first ask questions later

Diamonds on me frozen n***a

Why you think they call me glacier

I smoke Backwoods back to back

I get high like I'm Snoop or somethin'

Mama said I need to stop pretty soon I'ma need a lung

It's the new one thousand seventeen we bangin' like N W A

I f**k h*es like Eazy E

I got the curve without the AIDS

It's the way that I was raised

You break the rules I gotta spill

Tool's the ten commandments

We add one eleven do 'em in

I know your ho wanna f**k because she see these Cuban links

When I stuff your throat with d**k

You better look at me don't blink

N***a when you hear about it don't come

Ask me ask your ho

B***h it's Gutta Gang and I get gutta

You know I bang fours

When it come to gettin' money they know that I get aggressive

Think about dissin' me think again

Boy might as well get the stretcher

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