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free smoke - slimmy b lyrics

[intro: slimmy b]
gang
if x on the beat you know this sh-t slap

[verse 1: slimmy b]
i got red light, caught ’em slippin’ at that red light
do ’em dead wrong, he was an opp so i’m dead right
tryna funk with us, you n-gg-s better have your bands right
bad b-tches i like, p-ssy tight, plus that head right
i’ma get money, get dough, get bands tight
.40 on my hip pokin’, so i can’t stand right
h-lla bands on me, got a young n-gg- pants tight
got fifty bands on me heavy, but the fn light
ain’t no playin’ fair, if gang in here then we got thangs in here
come up out that house, you getting smacked, you better stay in there
n-gg-s talkin’ guns but they don’t really wanna take it there
catch him in his ‘jects, lay him down, leave him stankin’ there
if i pull up on a n-gg- b-tch i’m gettin’ head (gettin’ head)
if i pull up on a b-tch n-gg- he gettin’ fed (.223’s)
ain’t no green goin’ in my cup, i’m sippin’ red (all mud)
this four-five will twist a n-gg- up like he gettin’ dreads
hit they spot, drop a hundred shots, got ’em runnin’ out (runnin’ out)
they get me in that cage, won’t say a thing, i’ma thug it out
ain’t no one on ones, we see an opp and we steppin’ out
all that actin’ like you tough, ain’t finna bust, n-gg-, cut it out
n-gg-s say they funkin’, see each other then hug it out
how you say you want him when you see him, see him, then sucker out?
i tell rell go, he uppin’ chop and he buggin’ out
rude jewels wit’ this glock
b-tch some see what the fuss about, n-gg-

[verse 2: philthy rich]
b–b job, them double d’s, gucci double g’s (double g’s)
fresh pair of j’s, 13’s, amiri on the jeans (designer)
playin’ with a couple hundred g’s, broke n-gg-, please (broke n-gg-)
see an opp n-gg-, i’ma squeeze, leave ’em on a tee (it’s philthy)
59 n-gg-, where i’m from, where you can’t come (uh-uh)
pull up on a n-gg- uninvited, we gon’ shake somethin’ (like do that)
b-mmy n-gg- with his ice on, we gon’ take somethin’ (take somethin’)
my young n-gg- got the pipe on him, he gon’ face somethin’ (it’s philthy)
n-gg-s know in my neighborhood, i’m the big homie (seminary)
f-ck a snitch, homie, rest in peace neighborhood, nip homie (ayy rest in peace)
sic a b-tch on ’em, he be thinkin’ with his d-ck only (p-ssy)
pull up to the coney late night, i got that stick on me (it’s philthy)
you can ask these n-gg-s ’bout phil, i was in the field (swear to god)
free my little brother jbay, waitin’ on a free him (ayy, free jbay)
losin’ all my n-gg-s to the streets, man, this sh-t real (sh-t real)
dropped twenty thousand on the lawyer, told him sit still

[verse 3: cash click boog]
having problems with the fame
‘member i didn’t have a dollar to my name
when you goin’ up, a lot of n-gg-s change
rock the chopper in the rain
told mama i’m a product of the game
only do the prada’s off the balmains
or i might do chanel
trap vacant, just rifles and scales
watch who you call your friend ’cause n-gg-s liable to tell for real
plus little tela fightin’ the l (fightin’ the l)
got my cousin fighting life with no bail
put your life in the jail
sh-t, i could’ve lost my life to a cell
room small as f-ck, triflin’ as h-ll
but we p-ssed that (but we p-ssed that)
b-tches ask for my number and my cash app (and my cash app)
’cause they know just to call, they gotta have racks (gotta have racks)
we ain’t broke, pulled a fifty off the last batch
bro gon’ get my last, if he need it he can have that (he can have that)
free ro, that’s my demon, he like mad max (free the homies)
mini draco, he keep it in his backpack (in his backpack)
ain’t no leakin’, if you beefin’, better have that (better have that)
sippin’ wocky while i’m chiefin’ on this gas pack (on this gas pack)
current mood, blade brown off of cl-ss act (off of cl-ss act)
if i want that p-ssy, she gon’ let me have that (let me have that)
n-gg-s know to say my name when they mention shotta (when they mention gangster)
ain’t leave the scene ’til i seen the bullet flip his partner
twenty rounds two times in this fifty popper (fifty popper)
i ain’t freezin’, i’ma squeeze ’em ’til the glizzy lock up (until the glizzy lock up)
you ain’t never caught a body on the opp side (on the opp side)
you wasn’t outside when i was outside (when i was outside)
first body, he was standing by the stop sign (i caught him leakin’)
gave him everything i had out that glock-9 (on the set)

- slimmy b lyrics

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