Free Da Guys

(album: Hunger Games 1 - 2017)

Alright man, you already know what it is, man
This is from out the bottom, choppa, man
I'ma keep it real brief, man
You already know what time it is, man
I got thirty to the door but it ain't a life sentence, man
Young nigga stuck about them bands
I'ma be home real soon, man, you already know
Ayy, ayy

And my lil' woadie told me he was coming home
But that was six months ago, let 'em catch him
So they sent him up the road, had to stretch him
'Cause just like him, [?] learned his lesson
And my lil' woadie told me he was coming home
But that was six months ago, let 'em catch him
So they sent him up the road, had to stretch him
'Cause just like him, [?] learned his lesson

He said, "Ion't don't beef, I keep it brief"
But we catch niggas and we stretch niggas
Get right or get left, nigga
You cross the line with me, you know you got to stay there
And where I'm from, the youngins dumb and they don't play fair
Catch a nigga down bad and put in that work
I know he coming for mines, I had to do him first
Catch a nigga down bad and put in the work
Know he coming so I had to put him in the dirt
That's that work, hitman, hitman
And woah, woah
Hitman, hitman, hitman
And woah, woah

Hello?
Lil' bro, what you tell 'em?
Uh, ayy, ayy

He said, "I ain't go to school to punch no clocks for this, I stood on blocks for this"
Opened shops and sold them rocks for this and ducked them shots for this
Any nigga on that thieving or that robbing shit
Well, he can give his Glock a kiss
I know he was coming so I ain't play no games
I spinned his block with Glocks, throwing bullets at his brain
Fuck his vest 'cause we aim at necks, TECs go insane
The coppers snatched me, I ain't say a thing
What happened? I saw them fifty pounds ahead 'cause I didn't have the weed
At least I kept it G, he said it ain't have seeds
I pulled up, finesse, move to feed my family
And now he want me dead so I brought it to his street
That's how it be
If you a buster
Well than I'll take your butter and I'll spread it with my brothers
It's motherfuck you
A nigga never gave me shit, so come 'round with that playing shit and I'm gon' buss him

And my lil' woadie told me he was coming home
But that was six months ago, let 'em catch him
So they sent him up the road, had to stretch him
'Cause just like him, [?] learned his lesson
And my lil' woadie told me he was coming home
But that was six months ago, let 'em catch him
So they sent him up the road, had to stretch him
'Cause just like him, [?] learned his lesson

He said, "Ion't don't beef, I keep it brief"
But we catch niggas and we stretch niggas
Get right or get left, nigga
You cross the line with me, you know you got to stay there
And where I'm from, the youngins dumb and they don't play fair
Catch a nigga down bad and put in that work
I know he coming for mines, I had to do him first
Catch a nigga down bad and put in the work
Know he coming so I had to put him in the dirt
That's that work, hitman, hitman
And woah, woah
Hitman, hitman, hitman
And woah, woah