Free Kill lyrics

[Intro]
(Reul, stop playing with these n*ggas)
Spin around and hit them boys again since they want recognition
What? (Drank God)
Big gang, n*gga, Drakey gang, n*gga
Know how we comin', n*gga
Yeah
Pour me up, though, gang, alright

[Verse]
Spin around and hit them boys again since they want recognition
I won't stop until them n*ggas dead, b*tch, we gon' step for Rizzy
Thirty poking, we got TECs and glizzys, chopper came with Mickey
Pint of Wocky, barely sip that Trishy, all my hoes keep blicky
Yeah, b*tch, we oh and fifty
Black Amiri, stuff about one-fifty of them Rollin' 60
Hit Ohio, I just got two brickies, on the road with Whitney
On a mission, oh, he owe that?— b*tch, I'm gon' blow that whistle
Hmm, yeah, I put my hoes on b*tches
Bust her down and tell her what I want, yeah, I mold my b*tchеs
n*ggas on the 'Gram, they cuffing rats, I don't pose for b*tchеs
Ghetto n*ggas, Forgis on the Wraith, put my Rolls on sixes (Rolls on that, n*gga)
Yeah that's my jewelry talking (My jewelry talking)
That new Maybach got a voice, sound like Siri talking (Sound like Siri talking)
Why all your homeboys keep on dying? n*ggas clearly soft (Too soft)
Brick of dog, bust it out the wrapper, this the purest raw (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Yeah my Trackhawk cost one-twenty, that's how that Jeep feel (Drank God)
Man I snatched a n*gga soul, that's how this beat feel
Yeah, do a mixtape for my label, I need three mil' (Need three mil')
pus*y reachin' for my chain, we got a free kill (We got a free kill)