Free BMW lyrics

[Intro]
On God, every time we just hand out the belt, every f*ckin' time
Like, free my f*ckin' line, free Fro, free Ron, free all my n*ggas
Free TJ, free all my f*ckin' n*ggas, free Mel off the anklet, everything n*gga, bow

[Verse]
Flicks the sound of the heater, like, double hand on the G, I can teach ya'
Double cup and the tris' in the liter, beam on his back, as in follow the leader
Free BMW on that scene, got to cleanin', like, free Mel, n*gga blazin' for Peter
Fro get to bangin' on sh*t, like he Jеter
Like, free all the bros wе gon' hold they feet up
Cars, scooters, bikes, bus, scapin' 'em down if he not one of us
Beatin' 'em down with the back of the gun, get to flickin' with aim, it was big one-on-one
Chill with the Wokks, they get me upset, like, free Ron, Mr. Bang-For-The-Set
Bend for the Stone, get to bangin' on chest, its a M and and-one, n*gga, you know the rest
Bullets is burnin', bro started bangin' the drill, now he learnin'
2-3 zone, blitzin' the left and the back, I'm in the right-hand, lurkin'
n*ggas was cool, but they keep mentionin' Nu, now we gon' hand out the belt
I don't know why they do it, they know we throw for the Jet, bullets is makin 'em melt
Aight, bet, n*ggas wanna act for the 'Gram? We made them lil' n*ggas run
I ain't gonna lie, them n*ggas came to the Ps, bro bro, start bussin' the gun
Like, free the gang, once you get hit by the G, no restart, n*gga done
Ask 'bout the opps, we smoke the Jet out the pack, who put that boy in the blunt?
Quai, Dollaz, Bino, hit, Quai got shot in his leg, did a flip
Q got left in the store, should have dipped, beat on the 4, we the reason they diss
Joshy, Tino, they in the blunt, Pop wanna beef, who gon' do what?
I got the G, why the f*ck would I bluff? If you run into me, then your ass out of luck, like
Had to show 'em who glitch, tryna empty the clip, when they came to my strip, just me and the Blazer
Flick with the big .40, or Lou start throwin' a fit, like, like
Sysy be buzzin', I love him to death, 'cause I know that he troopin'
.40s n .9s when the kids get to hoopin', they know that we rappin' and doin' the shootin'
Bino, headshot, he got me booted, LA a blunt, he got me zooted
Back of the Kreeps, ski, gloves, glasses, like, word to bro, let's do it
EGK we through shots, Damo steamin', roll up the Gotz
Back of the 2 with the .9 on, I'm on hots, give a f*ck about rappin' , not passin' the rock