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Free Swag (feat. Money Jace)
by Money V
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Uh, uh
Uh, uh
Slow down, this shit dazzeful
It's V
Why my nigga try to kill himself
Both his parents gone, shit, fuck with his mental health
If I spin his block, man, these bullets turn you to a L
Choppa get the spitting footballs catchin' Odell's
Fuckin' on a thick, spanish bitch at the hotel
Bitch, you know it's money, V, if you ain't know, you can go to hell
Bullets shootin', fast food, spin your block, I got Taco Bell
Give a fuck about them trees, off them percs, man, high as hell
Fuck that other shit, my G, dude, you got a wells
Nigga think I want his bitch, do he know that ho smell
Boss John got married, think his wife's name Rochelle
Up the chop on a nigga, tell him that I said farewell
Free my big brother swag up out of that jail cell
I only fuck real niggas who keep the ones that tell
Ten ball off a play, man, this ain't no fuckin' Zelle
I can make it land in 30, let me know if you got a wells
Different type of nigga, I need a 50 just to eat
I could get it out the mud, cause I started on my feet
Twin Glock 19X, I don't think you want no beef
We gon' catch a nigga like him, we gon' cook him in the street
Yeah, we screamin' free swag, what the fuck a nigga mean
Say you wanna deuce of wock, bullets make a nigga lean
19 on this plot, but you know it's finna clean
19X on this Glock, mmm, oh, ah, fuck
19X on this Glock, it's attached to my spleen
The way the Glocky hit him up, he was dead on the scene
Got a bad Haitian bitch, think her last name Jean
Heard a nigga choke this bitch cause he seen me on the screen
Yeah, yeah, I rap that real shit, my nigga can't you tell
My daddy raised a fuckin' demon, so my bullets straight from hell
All I smoke is straight exotic, you can hear it in the smell
And we smokin' V-Exotic, you can tell about the smell
Bitch, you know it's money, Jess, I met a cuss who sent us out
Drop 20 on a piece, it's not really hard to tell
Three-five every play, let me know if you got a wealth
Free swag for the mob, man, them niggas be catchin' shells
Fuck a nigga, free swag
Thanks for watching
Uh, uh
Uh, uh
Slow down, this shit dazzeful
It's V
Why my nigga try to kill himself
Both his parents gone, shit, fuck with his mental health
If I spin his block, man, these bullets turn you to a L
Choppa get the spitting footballs catchin' Odell's
Fuckin' on a thick, spanish bitch at the hotel
Bitch, you know it's money, V, if you ain't know, you can go to hell
Bullets shootin', fast food, spin your block, I got Taco Bell
Give a fuck about them trees, off them percs, man, high as hell
Fuck that other shit, my G, dude, you got a wells
Nigga think I want his bitch, do he know that ho smell
Boss John got married, think his wife's name Rochelle
Up the chop on a nigga, tell him that I said farewell
Free my big brother swag up out of that jail cell
I only fuck real niggas who keep the ones that tell
Ten ball off a play, man, this ain't no fuckin' Zelle
I can make it land in 30, let me know if you got a wells
Different type of nigga, I need a 50 just to eat
I could get it out the mud, cause I started on my feet
Twin Glock 19X, I don't think you want no beef
We gon' catch a nigga like him, we gon' cook him in the street
Yeah, we screamin' free swag, what the fuck a nigga mean
Say you wanna deuce of wock, bullets make a nigga lean
19 on this plot, but you know it's finna clean
19X on this Glock, mmm, oh, ah, fuck
19X on this Glock, it's attached to my spleen
The way the Glocky hit him up, he was dead on the scene
Got a bad Haitian bitch, think her last name Jean
Heard a nigga choke this bitch cause he seen me on the screen
Yeah, yeah, I rap that real shit, my nigga can't you tell
My daddy raised a fuckin' demon, so my bullets straight from hell
All I smoke is straight exotic, you can hear it in the smell
And we smokin' V-Exotic, you can tell about the smell
Bitch, you know it's money, Jess, I met a cuss who sent us out
Drop 20 on a piece, it's not really hard to tell
Three-five every play, let me know if you got a wealth
Free swag for the mob, man, them niggas be catchin' shells
Fuck a nigga, free swag
Thanks for watching
