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free cash - 438snappy lyrics

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hook

hop in the mosh pit
he trynna start sh*t

hop in the whip wit a stick
in my arm pit

we beat his ass
and he try to squash sh*t

i’m on the block
wit a zip of that hi tec

i want him dead
but he ain’t been found yet

lurk on his block
every day like a stalker

i’m find his b*tch ass
put him in a body bag

read between the lines
just like polygraph

verse
dip
n
four flat

skirt
we on that

feel like beezy
we hitting hard hat

100 percent flip
just like a cartwheel

we got the block hot
just like a sunrise

that n*gga on tik tok
we make em kick rock
n*gga run up
100 shots make a b*tch drop

just like a pot hole
we got a strict code
jit tried to run up
we took that jit soul

smooth like a tip toе
act like a straight hoe
he told on his partna
but hе say that he gang tho

n*ggas be sweet
they soft like mangos

oops pull up
i put in a cheat code

call up my chico
vato name tito
clips they fat
look like burrito

my n*gga versace
look like the migos

cool ass choppa
call it carlito
we throw a rocket
it like torpedos

we don’t fade n*ggas
we drive by in stelos

stop talking bout beef
u really don’t squeeze bro

we was 16 plotting on kilos
cash in the back of the whip wit a piece tho
n*gga run up he dead diseased hoe
free cash
whoopty wu
rip nino
rip chico

n*ggas get popped trynna play like they street bro
he peeped thru the blinds
got shot thru the peep hole

tie up a n*gga like
suit n tuxedo

we get them chip
like we work at casino

lottery ticket
bih we hit for a kilo

feeling like curry
we never miss free throw

beefing wit a n*gga
but where is the cheese bro

cash woulda been came back if it wasn’t for rico
rip jayjay
speak on bro ain’t nun but mellee
n*ggas pop out at y’a spot
make y’a vacate
screaming out gang gang
we really bang bang
flexing wit that sack and we taking yo chain chain gang
i’ll never stop screaming out dead game

hook

hop in the mosh pit
he trynna start sh*t

hop in the whip wit a stick
in my arm pit

we beat his ass
and he try to squash sh*t

i’m on the block
wit a zip of that hi tec

i want him dead
but he ain’t been found yet

lurk on his block
every day like a stalker

i’m find his b*tch ass
put him in a body bag

read between the lines
just like polygraph

- 438snappy lyrics

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