Yeah, post some niggas, yeah, yeah Yeah, free my niggas, yeah, yeah Yeah, post some niggas, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, man I miss my niggas, yeah, yeah I got homies in the feds, free my niggas, yeah, yeah I just got the hunnid calves, zipped it in the air, yeah I'm a new * up a bag, no damn who can't stand that, yeah I got shooters, but I'm duckin' shade Pop them up, they hit the homie, sister guess we both a loser Bo-Bo pulled me over with a half a kilo and a Ruger I can't move the same, I gotta readjust how I maneuver I reminisce that feeling when I think about it I'm playin' in the bank, I used to dream about it No heat, I'm in a whip, I used to sleep about it Up in the morning, whippin' cocaine about it, yeah, yeah I got bags, oh, bitch, you fuckin' with me, yeah, yeah Toppin' glass, oh, bitch, you fuckin' with me, yeah, yeah Left that yo-yo dry on the table, droppin' fat slabs Porsche Spyder look like a spaceship, they like, yeah, damn Like, yeah, damn, I'm callin' lamb Money ground, I'm sendin' bail, I'm in the town In the jail, I'm in the cell, can't see the found Say my prayers, I'm doin' a lot, no fakin' ham Fakin' ham and coleslaw on me, that's all it serves My stomach hurtin', the devil workin', but I ain't nervous Beat the verdict, but lost a minute, guess life ain't perfect Whippin' birdies, the devil workin', but I ain't nervous I reminisce that feeling when I think about it I'm playin' in the bank, I used to dream about it No heat, I'm in a whip, I used to sleep about it Up in the morning, whippin' cocaine about it, yeah, yeah I got bags, oh, bitch, you fuckin' with me, yeah, yeah Rippin' glass, oh, bitch, you fuckin' with me, yeah, yeah Left that yo-yo dry on the table, droppin' fat slabs I bought a spider, looked like a spaceship, they like, Goddamn Yeah, bought some niggas, yeah, yeah Yeah, free my niggas, yeah, yeah Yeah, bought some niggas, yeah, yeah Yeah, free my niggas, yeah, yeah Yeah, C-Mac, free that nigga, yeah, yeah Hot dog, uh, free my nigga, yeah, yeah I know how it be, man You know, get down to that motherfucker, yeah I remember I was on, on bail and *, you know what I'm sayin'? And this, this, damn, the beat ran out * it, that's enough right there, * it, I ain't even gotta talk no *