Free Points (feat. 0zfrmdaKirk & SB Moody)
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(Prod. By BXO, Don't Fuckin Play With Me) (Damn K2, This Danger-) Five holes in his chest like Olympics They got gold medals for runnin' track They get backdoored, they don't get back F*ck a surrender, never white flag Bet I take a member, blitz in all black I send shots, don't send me his @ He get flatlined if I spin his flat FE4A got the gus on my tat I'm in the streets and this bitch for the streets Even then I know that she ain't for me Bullets pop 'em cause niggas is corny Opp block gettin' drenched make it stormy Bet he run Rick if I back out that 40 If I reach, he gon' pray that they orbeez Deadlock. Beam team on my doley I keep Hanes in business, I put opps on more tees He not my mans cause he beefin' my opps Even same sides do not attract I add more bullets and watch opps subtract Niggas retreat but they never react Committed, committed I never retreat Siz shots leave him 6 feet underneath Oh she wanna f*ck? Just keep it discreet Oh she wanna f*ck? Just keep it dis- It's fashion if he got a shiesty If I got one, it's a new white tee If I'm spinnin alone I got pipey If I can't bring bro, don't invite me I was laughin' this nigga said "fight me" Pole with a beam, it ain't knockin politely Abort bullets if I see his wifey Kirkside, nigga don't come and sight-see And suppressed glocks don't make a sound Get with us, get lit, or get down Ray itchin' to click on a clown Graduate streets got a gun not a gown And nobody fooled by his deep voice And death by the ladder's a steep choice Snitches rappin' I keep hearin' 3 oinks New Amiris I'm shootin' his knee joints Opp block? Nah, I call it free points I give him acne when the beam points Red dots on his face not acne All black duckin' shots like he daffy Reroute to hell, shoot at his taxi 40 kickin' I stay with my jackie Owe the opp block a dead, come tax me Warn your bros that my hip where the gatsby They help the opps then them niggas done That's why I can't jack the 9 double 1 He still got a heart so he won't dump a gun And them disses quickly turn to duck-and-run Midnight with my heat so you still see the sun Niggas ain't bready ready they got crumbs Candlelight's. Celebratin' when we spun Every drill get deady, I go dumb He jackin' the 40 start jumpin' My lantern knockin' off his pumpkin' Not jackin' his bitch, shoot at Jill, then she tumblin' My 40 like sanitation, it keep dumpin' Yeah Where the bros at? Where the thots at? Bitch, I bet I'mma throw Beam on his back, I could tell hea' float Bop in the spot, I could tell she a hoe She shakin' that ass while she drivin' the boat Hollon, hollon get low When I pass it to bro, take a look at the score Glah Glah Yeah we feenin' for more Two twin shots, he can't see anymore MT the twin, he gon' 'oot thru the coat I can't say anymore, niggas watchin' the bros Yeah, heard that nigga got poked, yeah Yeah, this shit not a joke I done been thru the O, aye And I'm uppin' the score
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