I Can’t Talk Fo Free lyrics

[Intro: Gunna & Teezy]
(This call is from a corrections facility that is subject to monitoring and recording)
(Wheezy beats)
(To accept this call, press zero)
Yo, it's Teezy, what the hell studio y'all in?
Right here on Metropolitan, man (Wheezy beats)
I'm about to lay me a hook right now, I’m 'bout to let you hear it

[Chorus]
If I don't make it out these streets, I make a hundred G's
Count like thirty G's, all this ice on me
You worryin' bout your b*tch, I got your b*tch with me
Ridin' sixty-threes, I got your b*tch with me
I want pounds of weed, I want more codeine
n*gga rollin' leaves, I want smoke a tree
n*gga, talk is cheap, I can't talk for free
Nah, I can't talk for free

[Verse 1]
Yeah, you talkin' to the Gunna
I see through n*ggas like a tunnel (Gunna)
And I'm laughin' at you n*ggas, it's funny (Yeah)
b*tch, I'm suited up to come get the monеy (Come get the monеy)
n*ggas runnin' cause them n*ggas was gunnin' (Grrat)
Bustin' off and tell your b*tch that I'm comin' (Wah)
Yeah, I'm Caine and b*tch, I'm f*ckin' on Ronnie
Money Mitch and you ain't f*ckin' with Sonny (Uh-uh)
Roll the kush and n*gga pass me a lighter (Pass me a lighter)
Brand new coupe and b*tch, it came with a title (Came with a title)
Leave a pus*y n*gga dead on arrival (Dead on arrival)
Shootin' rifles, n*gga, we suicidal (Suicidal)
We takin' over and we killin' your idol
I want the money, I put that on the Bible (That on the Bible)
They learn the words and now this sh*t a recital (Yeah)
They pray I drop and want the sh*t to go viral (Yeah)
Creepin' over, pullin' up in a Spider (Skrt)
Freaky b*tches with me, got me excited
Kissin' on me, I'ma gonna one-night it
Take them hoes home, f*ck them hoes for an hour (Yeah)
Pourin' up lean and we smokin' on sour (Smokin' on sour)
Got me some money, I got me some power (Got me some power)
Stand up n*gga, standin' tall like a tower
Can't see myself goin' out like a coward
[Chorus]
If I don't make it out these streets, I make a hundred G's
Count like thirty G's, all this ice on me
You worryin' bout your b*tch, I got your b*tch with me
Ridin' sixty-threes, I got your b*tch with me
I want pounds of weed, I want more codeine
n*gga rollin' leaves, I want smoke a tree
n*gga, talk is cheap, I can't talk for free
Nah, I can't talk for free

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I know you n*ggas got it
Now add it up and multiply it (Yeah)
All this money can't even fit in my pocket (Uh-uh)
Ain't no withdrawal, all I know is deposit (All I know is deposit)
I’m the flyest, I'm a mo'f*ckin' pilot
Pretty foreign b*tches came from the island (Mwah)
We kissin', f*ckin', and we havin' ménages (Yeah)
She let me f*ck and let me keep on my diamonds (Ooh)
I punt the b*tch and tell her go strip at Follies
She booted up and she in love with the molly (Love with the molly)
I'm countin' up and takin' off like a rocket (Countin' up)
Found the plug and then I found me a socket (Found me a socket)
Bought a gun and then I caught me a body
We talkin' that money, 'cause n*gga, we got it (n*gga, we got it)
We talk 'bout that street sh*t, 'cause n*gga, we 'bout it (n*gga, we 'bout it)
My young OG n*gga'll shoot out an Audi (Grrah)
I'm reppin' that O-Gang, we pull out in Audis (O-Gang)
Got drank in the car, I got bags in the trunk
I was down in the back, now I'm up in the front (I'm up)
I'm pourin' that lean, got my lil' n*gga stuck
28 Forgiatos, can't fit on the truck (Yeah)
Got a zip in my soda, a zip in my cup
Got a nine on my hip, hope you don't try your luck
Lil' n*gga, we up
[Chorus]
If I don't make it out these streets, I make a hundred G's
Count like thirty G's, all this ice on me
You worryin' bout your b*tch, I got your b*tch with me
Ridin' sixty-threes, I got your b*tch with me
I want pounds of weed, I want more codeine
n*gga rollin' leaves, I want smoke a tree
n*gga, talk is cheap, I can't talk for free
Nah, I can't talk for free