Free Bradders

Free Bradders That's bro from kway before snakes and ladders We was 15 throwing up gang signs Looking like we're playing ching chang chana Bro backing out rammers Finesse a man's jewels Santana Then tell big man just back up Way before J Hus didn't like ice in this Fanta Finesse these broad day chingings Knives just shine in the camera Years later nothing ain't changed Pressure these opps and banter Had one hand on the spin ting And the other there tryna keep balance Free Bradders 10 toes do road free smoke love hammers Couple g packs do road M-way smash it In the hood fishing these shots on the opp like Bradders Like how many years I been grinding Free my nigga B it's just timing Fake yutes in Tottenham not like him OFB pull up with smoke and diamonds Long clip equipped to ride with No one ain't into fighting Gang rip it back and just light him Especially if you don't like him Skatty I handle my ting Free Bradders bro from early Before he had single plaits All he knows is drill and trap Got him in the jailhouse kicking back I'm on the M way doing up mileage M sport whip no hybrid Cut that pack into slices The opps ain't men they're mices Why feds wanna grab my bros Free Bradz till he back on road And he's free in Tottenham like Danny Rose No more bag up at 6 or doing up canteen codes Just fresh home back on the strip Grinding tryna stack this dough Free Bradders We was in Niz grabbing shanks up tall but now it's live corn out hammers I remember that day in I 20 inch big made the fuckboy stagger Good in the hood we can never take bad up Got a jigga batty ting from the Niz B got one from the 9 that's badder Niggas must really gone mad Feds need to free my bro Brad I know that them boy there happy Cah nuff ting gang left them boy there sad Sawn-off dots handing and rambs 10 toes ped ding-dong with waps Remember that day it was far from rainy My man still got splashed Free Bradders What you know bout putting young G's In a cab filled with daggers Old school days blood on my mums cooking knife no hammers Now I bag up the light in cling Still rise up my rusty ting I had to switch up how I text Before the jakes come like what's next We the ones investing in poles While you chill with bae and hoes Free Bradz free Bradz free Bradz My aim's narrow I just got a shot in Harrow I just boot like I did it in jail One hook Jack Sparrow