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Free The Shiners

 

Free The Shiners

(álbum: Last Ones Left - 2022)


Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Hop out
With the chop out
At my op house
Niggas swear they don't fuck with 12
Be tryna cop out
Drive bounds
Smellin what I'm cookin
Put the rock down
That bitch
Used to fuck with us
She a op now

Block bitch
Fucking B
Her excuse
She selling beans
Who want em for 17
A thousand under 11 Gs
If check, exotic
Know a nigga yes
Rapper where
I sell dog and I'm not embarrassed

Stress fresh
Circle squares
And that's a solid rep
Quarter large
This bitch hitting hard
She tryna not to stir
I don't care
I done dumped on niggas
With they mama there
I'mma jump out first
You know I never been no follower

I saved her
Then swallowed her
Supreme shoes
Prada purse
I don't trust a bitch
So if I slip
My youngest still will lurk
Rappers second
Killers first
Mine's probably in Venice
What's the next
Still in the dirt
Lil homie and cousin
I'm young, thugging
Big sprites they muddy
12 uncles nutty
We been killing for money

Yeah we been killing
For nothing
Bird face in public
Let's get back for our brother
Nigga better not ask for nothing
Back up better not touch me
Niggas get killed for clutching
Niggas die before they blink they eyes
Ain't even see me up in here
Was fogging across my eyes
I ain't even get to fuck her
I was high
We just met one time
I told this bitch I love her

And I told this bitch
Just fuck her
Can't get me
Gotta do my brother
Count to 3
At 3 I'm dumping
Bumping
Jumping
Fuck em
Slump em
Been yelling free Reek
I'm still yelling free me

ST, free the shiners
Exotic weed
Got Cs
I ain't ban it
Fuck nigga been tryin me
Ain't no put it behind me
I'm on this shit for real
Ain't jumping on no deals
Before I was counting Ms
I was keeping up with drills
I know what you ain't did
And I know that you ain't built for smoke
So why you playing with a nigga
Who done killed before
We still young, thuggin
Yelling free all my brothers
Yelling free all the shiners
Endited for wearing diamonds
Fuck em

hecho

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