#FREEBRO

Better where you step round' here they blow Ay Know the body, 10nO And we still stepping, on bro Like he say he want that, let's go Know I ain't tripping bout nada Chase paper not baba Know me tho, get guala They hating, they problem Why it seem like everybody rapping now or sum You tried it, you not it He had it, I got em I got it, I got it I told her shut up you coming or what Don't trip like, don't duck You know me it's up it's stuck You know it's up it's look She say I'm toxic cause I got that bag and she can't get none You know mattic you know I got aim so I don't miss none Walk downs Not ya average stepper I take big ones Told her I could rap but I can't dance you better pick one Like gang, go Free Kill and bro'nem, let my mans go I could've bagged her understand tho I do not need her, she a fan tho Want me to snap again like thanos Brodie a hot head gotta fan those I'm dripping sauce down shoutout Rambo Gang full of lose screws, they my mans tho Think her name tisha like Campbell Or Alisha like piano Brodie got 3 cribs but they Bandos You prolly wouldn't understand tho Running the city I ain't ever ran tho All walk downs like shush He had it it's mine now it got took Like I'll really jack son no Samuel (on bro) Broke my heart how dare you Play with my top how dare you Bro ina cut like (shhhh) He don't vent cause he really ah air you Rock ha rock, rock, rock Ay, GO!