Free Da Guys

Free the guys I'm gone ride with that fye' This beef with the side with the fries you could try In the streets no lie, I'm gone slide you could die Homicide ain't gone stop With the fye' with the fye' No I cannot lie got a vibe in Dubai I just moved to cloud nine I was getting to high Pour some lean on that pussy She was getting to dry Pockets on Respusha Just been counting dead guys Sipping syrup on the block that's leggo my ego And I'm my own boss I'm gone move when I say so I got so many lines that these muhfuckas got tangled Just because I ran off that don't mean that I hate you I'm gone make me a way Oh he thinking he safe I got paper books I could turn me a page He not built for this shit It's all in his face We both counting up but the faces not same All these exotic packs I feel like Tony Montana With all of these racks I could turn up your channel I'm posted up like da caption and the Banner He get lit up bout that green Just like the green lantern I'm good in my hood but I still need the fye' When you having motion they don't care bout' what side They cant lock me up I'm not seeing Kawhi This weed so loud like Mary J Blige Free the guys Ima ride with the fye' This beef with the side with the fries you could try In the streets I'm gone slide no lie you could die Homicide ain't gone stop With the fye' with the fye' No I cannot lie got a vibe in Dubai I just moved to cloud nine I was getting to high Pour some lean on that pussy She was getting to dry Pockets on Respusha I been counting dead guys I'm gone slide with that K,okay Smoke laced, we straight Got that K where we stay I'm gone aim through the face I can't see through these frames All this smoke I create I ain't ate in so long that I forgot to say grace See the Narcs, I'm gone spark up this wood like the bark I'm gone drop off the top of the roof of my car Only f*ck her three times Cuz' that three who we are If I keep sipping lines it's gone take me to Mars Shoot em' replay, Hit the freeway Shoot em' replay, Hit the freeway Designer PJ's He thought that his Street Safe He get hit up like D Day Your bitch know you a cheapskate I'm gone shoot like my teammate Backends no delay We burn em' cremate She wet, sea waves That shit decay Free the guys Ima ride with that fye' This beef with the side with the fries you could try In the streets I'm gone slide no lie you could die Homicide ain't gone stop With the fye' with the fye' No I cannot lie got a vibe in Dubai I just moved to cloud nine I was getting to high Pour some lean on that pussy She was getting to dry Pockets on Respusha I been counting dead guys I'm gone slide with that K,okay Smoke laced, we straight Got that K where we stay I'm gone aim through the face I cant see though these frames All this smoke I create I ain't ate in so long that I forgot to say grace See the Narcs, I'm gone spark up this wood like the bark I'm gone drop off the top of the roof of my car Only f*ck her three times Cuz' that three who we are If I keep sipping lines it's gone take me to Mars