Bitches always talkin' bout what they gon' do, who they gon' * with Cuz of this and that, boy, he too young, boy, he ain't makin' nothin' Bitch, we young and turnt, they sad to ask about us Yeah, grown man forever throwin' his phones, but he is old, man Heard both her ex was swipers, she loves scammers We got phones in, wrong scam, bitch Freedom Boyz, we got bows in, bitch If he ain't with me, nah, he told then, snitch All the real drugs get drove in, whips * whoever on my momma, we the ones who run a six Freedom Boyz, we got bows in, bitch If he ain't with me, nah, he told then, snitch All the real drugs get drove in, whips * whoever on my nigga, never, bitch, I run a six I get asked to steal my label, no, yeah Just three months ago, y'all hated foes, ah * the opps, doggy, I hate them hoes, facts I can't even shop at Neiman's, ain't nigga with me Got a sack, ain't nigga with me, movin' somethin' Send them bows, I can move two hundred Send them beans, I can move about a thousand Still bustin' drugs, nigga, on my momma Still in the hood, know they seen that track Just lost five hundred, gotta get back If I don't, nigga, somethin' gettin' whack I put that on Whittier, I put that on Mack I don't want no beef, nigga, where that chick? Big boy Harley, SN06 R.P.S.J., hoes that he mention Try to cut me off, pierce it with all my thugs At least six hundred, nigga, all I'm drug, don't do no cappin' Hoes can't buy that *, run off with cash Free them boys, we got bows in Bitch, if he ain't with me, nah, he told then Snitch, all the real drugs get drove in Whips, * whoever, on my momma, we the ones who wanna six Free them boys, we got bows in Bitch, if he ain't with me, nah, he told then Snitch, all the real drugs get drove in Whips, * whoever, on my nigga now Ayy, we don't give a * about nobody Last four weeks, we done caught four bodies All white, I'm runnin' with yo' gotti You on the East, dog, you know where I'm in the O, probably Rose gold on that board, phone positive Two bad bitches with me and they both solid Got my degree in the hood, I don't know college If my son gon' graduate, nigga, nah, I bet that In the club where you would get left at It ain't fentanyl, cause he don't stretch that Matter of fact, taste that * Tryna tell y'all, trust that bitch We kill niggas, we don't hit no licks I'm like, hoe, my niggas be robbin' For real talk, bitch, my niggas got problems Four game, they'll kill your honor Y'all up on me, ain't no promise Fed up low, but I ain't no Simon 41, bitch, Barack Obama, you're the lit one Which one, nigga? Yeah, pick one Hope all my niggas get one Help all my niggas get money For life, nigga, not just this summer Freedom Boyz, we got bows in Bitch, if he ain't with me, nah, he told then Snitch, all the real drugs get drove in Whips, * whoever, on my mama We the ones who run a six Freedom Boyz, we got bows in Bitch, if he ain't with me, nah, he told then Snitch, all the real drugs get drove in Whips, * whoever, on my nigga Now, bitch, I run a six Now, bitch, I run a six