Lyrics: Charles Davis
Music: Christian McDonald/David Meiners/Alijah Fowler
Hey, man, free bloodbath, young man
Hey, free the guys, man
Shit free, but free the guys
Shit free, but free the guys and free gunsmoke
Lil' Fox, why you so godly, cuz?
Uh, red seats, red key, all the hoes wan' sex with me
Me and her both got Celine on, she think she my bestie
They don't like it when I bounce out, seen him take his last breathe
**** troll on there for promo, can't lie, that's a mad reach
I got on two boxer briefs, she suckin' D before I pee
Me and Mill D off the lean, Big Opp, Lil' D off the lеan
You don't like the way I rap? Don't give no ****, go D-I-E
Turn it down, my lil' tour datеs, my first show gon' be Italy
I don't like no ****in' diamonds, Plain Jane Audemars me please
I don't get a ****ed up about these glasses, Dracos ten mil', I still swing 'em
No, they're not prescription, Chrome Heart, 2K, just for me to see through
Bail out right here, boy, I see dude Can't do lights, get hit for sure
**** be talkin' like savages, time to do savage shit, they disappearing
I get on the net and act myself, that savage shit be in me
You **** savage be broadcast, y'all do everything for likes
Army gun sized as a bike, pink slips at the police write up
Remember them days in the hot cars, bail out right here, **** 'em right up
And before the Rolex diamonds, I was makin' my glizzy light up
Every mission, Chuckyy get off, he got hit up, got sent right up
Police think this shit a game, they left bro 'round us, snatched him right up
I got one of my lil' cats, y'all everything I want, I get it
I heard you be petty spending, my advice, bro, save them pennies
Get to the room, drop her panties, she screamin', "Go Chuckyy, get it"
Won't go for that, I ain't thirsty, end of the night, I still hit her
After the show, bet we bip through, we on the hunt for them ****
First stood in my newer rental, that's why she hittin' my system
I got codeine in my system, your bitch ass sippin' on liquor
I don't throw cash in the strip club, young **** gettin' more richer
Mexican ho gettin' thicker, NYC, finna go hit her
If I get hit on a dice game, lil' bro come through, it's a stick up
On a drill, he caught the hiccups, what that mean? That boy a bitch boy
I got a switch on my rocket, that bitch come quick like a blitz boy
Or come quick like a Hellcat, we still post up in them trenches
12 hit the block, we in CP, throw the blicks up, who defenseless?
There they go
Do donuts in the Scat Pack, that's when I first signed my dealy
Gave my OG 30K and did it again, I'm super richy
Yeah, the opps know not to come outside, I got like fifteen lows on Sibley
See a strike, **** up the ride, I gotta get back home, you silly
Switched the ride every time, I got like four spots in the bity
I got rich off rap not crack, what I do? One-milli' in a minute
Free Smurk, he goin' up, they gotta let bro out any minute
Free Show'nem, went three Milly, bro my twin'nem, that's my killer
We got four jaunts in a sprinter, it's just me and lil' bro winnin'
Beat the road for thirteen hours, it's a month, gotta count the chicken