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• Artiste: BIG30
• Titre: Free Shiesty
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Blrrrd Blrrrd, blrrrd Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd (SK808, nigga) Glock came with a switch, if you diss, you get baptized, bitch Free Shiesty (Once again, I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit) Blrrrd, blrrrd (Woah) Free Shiesty, nigga Glock came with a switch, if you diss, you get baptized, bitch See the opps, then I'm firin', I ain't never spared shit I'm from the bottom, they know where I comin' from I put an AP on my arm I ain't got a safety on my gun, I load a fifty in my drum I'm on the block with the strap, got a lot of guns I put a fifty on a Tommy gun Crippin' to death, throw up C with the left and throw up BK with the other arm Come to my hood, get a P, we got underarm Really can get you a hundred of 'em Reach for my chain and I'm slumpin' somethin' Put that on my two lil' girls and my only son He not a member, he not one Saw the opps, he ain't drop one Hellcat red key, sports mode when the cops come She a ho, she gon' fuck somethin' How I know? 'Cause I bust somethin' Clutchin', I don't trust none Bet I tick, bet I flush somethin' Ayy, Cartier, AP, Rollie, blrrrd ring, I'm icy Fucked his bitch, took his shit, slimed him out, and told him, "Free Shiesty" Amiri jeans, Glock tucked, fitted hat cocked with a white tee Street nigga, go 'cross the globe with a gun and no ID You ain't gotta like me I get a check like I'm Nike I still shop with a booster, she striking I put the year on the streets with a title I'm out the gates, I done turned to an idol I'm in this 'Cat, but it's really a striker I keep that fire, I ain't talkin' no lighter I just might fly the bitch out 'cause I like her I just might fly a bitch out 'cause I like her, I just might fly a bitch out just to fuck I'm in Milwaukee shootin' dice with Giannis, just made fifty K 'cause I bet on the bucks CEO status, know I don't give a fuck Slidin' with them shots, fuck a bulletproof truck I poured a four in a twenty ounce, high as a tree house, this a thousand dollar cup Four in a twenty ounce, high as a tree house, this a thousand dollar cup Every time we out, over a thousand shots in the truck Over a thousand shots, give a fuck Blrrrd, blrrrd Ayy, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd