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unusual slander "free3.0" - yfg fatso lyrics

[intro]
(ellis)
y’all know what’s goin’ on, y’all know how i’m comin’, man
free 3.0, man, i’m finna be back real soon
you know what’s goin’ on
[?], goin’ on

[verse]
i don’t treat women wrong, but i can’t treat them hoes don’t like my money
i’m with fiends inside a dog house ’cause of my b*tch, bro, if you lookin’ for me
gotta switch how i rap, they gon’ say lil go sound like corny
i’m outside on princeton block, n*ggas be lyin’ sayin’ they lookin’ for me
hail mary, 2pac, i’m in dubai if the jakes start lookin’ for me
white b*tch play with her nose, she love this sh*t, i’ma make her cook it for me
how wanna play with the reapers? shorty ‘nem reap sh*t, they take souls
cook on the stove, ap frozen, after i’m done, i need you to book this for me
can’t wait ’til i get ms, i’m takin’ my kin, i’ll never forget lil’ buddy
stay wanna lie in his raps, that boy don’t clap, heard scoom put a diss out for me
n*ggas play four*v*one and i know it’s a press, i be quick tryna cl!ck the b*tton
‘member when i was kid, i didn’t wanna beg, i was quick to go steal me somethin’
yeah, but now i got money and power, i’m changin’ the way
folks got a gen5, four more, a gen9, quick to put ten mil’ over his face
i lost ten, they put me back on the band, lost another ten, brand new case
i like gens, arp snug the fit, but i’d rather bounce out with a drac’, come on
they broke, they ain’t gettin’ no money
laughed at me, now look at who funny
diamond, your son been up to somethin’
sayin’ i’m broke, that’s a bad assumption
bang out, middle of the block, broad day, we don’t give no f*ck how it go down, we bumpin’
bang out, middle of the block, broad day, tryna swing his chop, my drac’ was thumpin’
g*o*s*k*i*i*i*i*i, a bad motherf*cker
every day, i get high*high*high*high*high, i’m always ‘wood tuckin’
suck it good and i’m gon’ pay you dubs, don’t be no wood chucker
family matter, i’m young and paid good, they wish i would trust ’em
but it’s me, i cannot
all this sh*t i gained come off the block
socks hold my rocks
paper came fast, i made a lot
all them cars that bronem strike out, need a lot
need ’em sittin’ for that random spinnin’, make them b*tches hot

- yfg fatso lyrics

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