Free Yank (feat. Katona Wins)

Ayy, ayy, ayy, bitch, I know you see this Pape I just made this shit today, this bitch, you see me with today I just met this bitch today, how long it take to f*ck a day Check my pockets for the day, I don't think I made that much today I might not sip that much today, I had a monkey on my back But I ain't wear too much of Bape, love how my Migo wrap Em up But he be using too much tape, them murder scene's got too much tape Them SRTs, that's for the chase, you wanna gamble, raise the stakes You On a drill, switch the plates, Lay them niggas on they face Keep Em still while they lay, Ayy free yank, I need a straight Morton meals, I need a steak, get clementines for your case I asked God so many times, how many rhymes it's gonna take And I ain't overlook your grace, but when you sitting me with the greats Free my niggas out that Kit Kat, them boys need a Break Upstate, they need a shank, they been killing for some Rank Blood spilling like Paint Yo mama knew you wouldn't no Saint, still make sure lawyers got paid Still make sure cash got saved, Securities Packs, J Pays They plan to cook us, so before they throw the book, turn the page And I thank God I got grazed, on killa missions with Dave I look death in his face, was getting close to the grave So I be on the ride, that's only made for the brave But if you wanna leave, then leave, you know I'm stuck in my ways Only thing I'm finna chase is a bag with my name Okay, do you gotta chase, leave the car with your name Don't you get no bright ideas, bro gon' blow out your frame You think playing with me again, you better not crash stay in yo lane Take theses 30s, keep me sane, I thank God that I den change All these voices in my head, shit be fucking with my brain Bitch, stop asking about a chain, with my brother in them chains All I hear is fi-fi-fi, damn, I miss my nigga Taan Rab say touchdown, So say stain Bro shit bust down, my shit plain I say hop out, park then I say park, hop out, then aim I say park, hop out, then aim