Yeah, free game, keep your blicky on you
Fuck these niggas, you don't need a thing
Ridin' through the city, causin' hell with the gang
My youngin wanna drill me, I think he want stain off me
Tryna get this money anyway
And you gotta bust that bitch, don't hesitate
And my bitch, she on my side, don't separate
Tryna get the money seven ways
But these niggas really weak like seven days
I don't fuck with it
Nah I ain't hit the yo' in some months
Come up with a plan to get these bands so we can stunt
Yeah, I should've peeped the signs, that they was lyin', I had a hunch
Yeah, I used to smoke on Optimoes, yeah, One gram in my blunt
Yeah, five deep in the hotbox, yeah, two sticks in the front
And I ain't talkin' down on no nigga, I'm just hoping he don't run
Yeah, a nightmare won't fight fair, no, we don't do no ones
They ain't even peep the blickies, yeah, you know we tuck the guns
I'm a southside nigga, clutching on my trigger
Yeah, niggas cappin' in their raps for real, so I don't feel em'
Used to walk up to the store so much, I got some blisters
Yeah, used to see Big Red up at the store, his bitch had killed him
(Damn)
Yeah, I like fuck it huh, that's just how it be
Caught door locking, you know we had to hit the feet
And ever since they killed lil Quan, nah, I ain't seen no peace
Yeah, I do not promote this shit, this what I been through in the streets
Uh, and I ain't rapped up in a minute, yeah
We was bending corners, duckin' cops, and jumpin' fences
Had to bang it out, and ever since, he had extensions
I don't do no IG beefin', so don't at me in your mentions
Yeah, they like, young nigga, you trippin
You ain't no dumb nigga, you the one nigga, so I had to go on a mission, yeah
I just want the funds and all the crumbs so I'ma get it
We gon' pop out with them Glocks for real, Might hit his fitted
And these niggas know I'm back on
Nigga talkin' on my brother, swear the boy get slapped on
Nigga try to run the 5-5-6, might hit his backbone
Niggas dumby they be crashin' out, so they don't last long
So don't cap on me, I got straps on me
If a nigga diss my brother, he get clapped, put on a tee
And we got exotic bags, we give the tax, they pay the fee
That's how it get on Southside, yeah, you better play for keeps
Yeah, this free game, I hope you listen to what I told ya
Nigga shot himself inside the leg and I had drove em
Yeah, my pockets fat, know that slim, bitch, I'm a soldier
And they know I keep a heater , cause my heart be gettin' colder
Free Game uh huh
Free Game uh huh