Free Thug Lyrics by Fredo Bang
Ok these n***** be telling
N***** rather see you locked then to see you popped i anit tryna be friendly
They trynna make new friends
I don’t want no parts
Keep em out my business
Nine times out of ten n***** hating trynna play on my top
bring that chalk
We standing on business
You get caught in the middle if you throwing in the cross
Drop a lil bag
They gon turn up the city
Tell ‘em bring me his head
I don’t care what it cost
Hit him in the face if he talking that shit
He was sending them threats so it ain’t my fault
Word ‘round town n**** really get down
Got partners in the city from the north to the south
Ask about a opp
Imma play the shit cool
But in person it’s pressure
I don’t wanna talk
Grab me a rental
Imma tint out the windows
And they can’t see the plate cuz I’m taking it off
Free spinna mitch
He gon jugg him a bitch
You gon learn what it is when you play with that south
I’m fucking his hoe just to get in his head
Every chance that I get imma spit in her mouth
Talk out your head
Then You losing your legs
I don’t wanna hear shit
Bitch you know what this bout
These n***** just don’t know how to quit
I say these n***** just don’t know how to quit
They like to love you when you down but they hate when you rich
They wanna take me off the map but I’m too legit
Ok n***** be hating
They mad I made it
White girl on me
That’s a bad lil baby
Dissing on the gram
N***** giving out cases
Coulda had me then
Too bad you waited
New Hellcat that I got off a pub
Another half a mil that I got out the mud
Even with the hate imma show a n**** love
Rapping ain’t a crime
Tell ‘em free Young Thug
N***** be telling
N***** be telling
Tell a n**** free Lil Melly
Tell ‘em free yoshi
Youngin slanging iron at a n**** like Ox off Belly
My lil n***** be stepping
Keep it on hush we ain’t doing no repping
Put a opp down get relish
Imma get it done you can bet it
Clutching this glock
I was bee for buzz
Got it on me now and I’m keeping it tucked
Live what I rap
They be making it up
Ain’t got a bitch cuz I ain’t boutta fuss
Got me a check and I’m running it up
Two or three million
I ain’t making enough
Drop a new song and my prices go up
It is what it is
N**** fuck what it was
These n***** just don’t know how to quit
I say these n***** just don’t know how to quit
They like to love you when you down but they hate when you rich
They wanna take me off the map but I’m too legit
