UICIDEBOY & Black Smurf - Free Gucci
[Verse 1: $LICK $LOTH]
You say you flippin' dope in the trap with your ho?
But see, I'm 'bout that murder
Catch a body with the burner, talking this and that
Triple six in the sticks with a Soulja rag
$uicide B-O-Y, ain't no compromise
Walkin' 'round lookin' like I'm from Columbine
Homicide's glorified on my side of town
Better have protection if you fucking walking 'round
Me and Oddy catching bodies, then we rollin' gaudy
Always foggy when I'm creepin', black all on my body
You say you drivin' Maserati, but I call your bluff
Always murder, then I rob 'em, money ain't enough
No, money ain't enough
[Verse 2: Black Smurf]
Creepin', sparkin', thinkin' maybe if or if I shouldn't just
Take this Nine and plead the fifth, but on my life I will protect
I don't rock for selfish niggas, .45 all in your chest
I'll have you running, man, I guess that why you so upset
You think you're hard, huh lil boy, you say you with the shits
Until the dogs hit yo' door and run all ya' chips (Wait, wait, wait)
Was hatin' now ya on the floor, ya' partners gon dip (Damn, damn, damn, damn)
Then put them lights in his eyes, I bet he'll snitch
I'm moving Hector he just playing with it, he pussy
A couple bands'll have ya layin' still, don't push me
The Hustle God ain't with the chitter-chatter
Boy, what's happenin'?
We talkin' - well boy, we can make it happen, it's nothin'
[Verse 3: YUNG MUTT]
Back in all black, bitch, give me that backpack
Fill it with a sack and a stack, and that's that crack in the pack
Bitch, I need to backtrack, real talk, need a trackback?
I'ma need the cash, I'ma need the weed, need to ash
I'ma need the green, that's dope and money, smokin' honey
All Mac pack in a black Cadillac, ain't no thing funny
Ain't no handouts, ain't no bitin', stick yo' hand out, I'll start slicin' and dicin'
Sacrificin' all you lice, and I start pricing
I'm tastin' ice and lemonade in paradise
I'm icin' Sprite and lean, enticin' me 'til I K.O., I might be Tyson
You say you flippin' dope in the trap with your ho?
But see, I'm 'bout that murder
Catch a body with the burner, talking this and that
Triple six in the sticks with a Soulja rag
$uicide B-O-Y, ain't no compromise
Walkin' 'round lookin' like I'm from Columbine
Homicide's glorified on my side of town
Better have protection if you fucking walking 'round
Me and Oddy catching bodies, then we rollin' gaudy
Always foggy when I'm creepin', black all on my body
You say you drivin' Maserati, but I call your bluff
Always murder, then I rob 'em, money ain't enough
No, money ain't enough
[Verse 2: Black Smurf]
Creepin', sparkin', thinkin' maybe if or if I shouldn't just
Take this Nine and plead the fifth, but on my life I will protect
I don't rock for selfish niggas, .45 all in your chest
I'll have you running, man, I guess that why you so upset
You think you're hard, huh lil boy, you say you with the shits
Until the dogs hit yo' door and run all ya' chips (Wait, wait, wait)
Was hatin' now ya on the floor, ya' partners gon dip (Damn, damn, damn, damn)
Then put them lights in his eyes, I bet he'll snitch
I'm moving Hector he just playing with it, he pussy
A couple bands'll have ya layin' still, don't push me
The Hustle God ain't with the chitter-chatter
Boy, what's happenin'?
We talkin' - well boy, we can make it happen, it's nothin'
[Verse 3: YUNG MUTT]
Back in all black, bitch, give me that backpack
Fill it with a sack and a stack, and that's that crack in the pack
Bitch, I need to backtrack, real talk, need a trackback?
I'ma need the cash, I'ma need the weed, need to ash
I'ma need the green, that's dope and money, smokin' honey
All Mac pack in a black Cadillac, ain't no thing funny
Ain't no handouts, ain't no bitin', stick yo' hand out, I'll start slicin' and dicin'
Sacrificin' all you lice, and I start pricing
I'm tastin' ice and lemonade in paradise
I'm icin' Sprite and lean, enticin' me 'til I K.O., I might be Tyson
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