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Free Mell (feat. CTM Mell)
by Northside Cam
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(FX)
Glahh, Glahh
I'm on hots
Boom
Gang
They tried to kill me bitch I'm not the one
Up first so they ain't even Duck
How many opps in the blunt
Mad opps dumb, couldn't up they gun like
That's the shit they be switching they teams
Yeah you fuck with the opps once you reaching the beam
Yeah you switched to the opps you got shot in ya bean
Rahim get back for who left in the scene
I ain't politicking 'bout some other shit
But the new Opp died, that's because of it
Like CB's spin GP they all knowing what's gone come with it
And I'm talking 'bout them from the Woo like
EC he gone get it too
Yeah you snitched on my ma fucking team
Four, five shots gone rip through yo tee 'cause you dropped you a
Watch how he scream, put the gun to his Figi like
Try to spin and he still catch a shot to the what
New Opp thot, Treeshy, needy
She getting Neaky whatever to please me
It's lit, I got the chauffeur
Hitting the dash, ain't getting pulled over
Got the knocks in my hand I'ma soldier
If you with ya bitch than I probably know her
She trying do it so creamy like
She trying to hold on my knock
Like, doing whatever to please me
You not no Ooter, you know that you cheesy like
Opp thot, I can get her shot
Since you gave out my drop bitch it's shoot or get shot
Spin back, got plenty of opps
You died on a lick like what happened to Chop
Know Chop Block get off my cock
You was dropping my N you ain't spin to the North
Meezo, you was ducking of course
I got plenty of shots, we can link at the court
Since you want to act tough in them videos pussy
My Berreta trying to roar
Jah yeah, we know you a faggot
You ain't blacking Banga I'ma clap him
I can't wait 'til I catch him in traffic
Bend up on blocks and I'm spinning though Grafton
Spin Washburn, seeing they reaction
Spin Washburn, trying to see who flocking
Jayski, fake G, why you ducking
I bent blocks so tell me I left Crompton
You got parked and you need special parking
Bullets they burning, my demons they sparked 'em
Don't lack at that park, you get parked in
Oh my god what happened to
Will 4 got turned to a vegetable
Keys you did terrible, that unforgettable
He tried to up, we ain't giving no chance (like what)
Bitch I'm losing my mind of the Xan
Walk in this bitch and I feel like the man
Too slimy, I don't got no friends
Can't lack got to keep me a dance
Throw it back, she making it dance
Dance, dance
Throw it back, she making it dance
Come here, make it clap
Baby girl, throw that big booty back Come here, make it clap
Baby girl, throw that big booty back Come here, make it clap
Baby girl, throw that big booty back Come here, make it clap
Baby girl, throw that big booty back
Can't show no love, so you know she can't trap me
Good dick, got her calling me daddy
Shooting from deep, I'm feeling like Scotty
Nigga run up, I'm catching a body
I'm in the field trying to catch me a Homi
Fuck that, bitch you jealous
Fuck on your friend, I can care less
Put in work, know that it's finished
Do it for money, I don't want to be famous
Put my heart in this shit, why the fuck would I lose
Think I'm lacking, that nigga a fool
Nigga play he gone end up on the news
Nigga die he ain't nothing new
Nigga die he go pick up a tool
Walk in this bitch and I fuck on his boo
(FX)
Glahh, Glahh
I'm on hots
Boom
Gang
They tried to kill me bitch I'm not the one
Up first so they ain't even Duck
How many opps in the blunt
Mad opps dumb, couldn't up they gun like
That's the shit they be switching they teams
Yeah you fuck with the opps once you reaching the beam
Yeah you switched to the opps you got shot in ya bean
Rahim get back for who left in the scene
I ain't politicking 'bout some other shit
But the new Opp died, that's because of it
Like CB's spin GP they all knowing what's gone come with it
And I'm talking 'bout them from the Woo like
EC he gone get it too
Yeah you snitched on my ma fucking team
Four, five shots gone rip through yo tee 'cause you dropped you a
Watch how he scream, put the gun to his Figi like
Try to spin and he still catch a shot to the what
New Opp thot, Treeshy, needy
She getting Neaky whatever to please me
It's lit, I got the chauffeur
Hitting the dash, ain't getting pulled over
Got the knocks in my hand I'ma soldier
If you with ya bitch than I probably know her
She trying do it so creamy like
She trying to hold on my knock
Like, doing whatever to please me
You not no Ooter, you know that you cheesy like
Opp thot, I can get her shot
Since you gave out my drop bitch it's shoot or get shot
Spin back, got plenty of opps
You died on a lick like what happened to Chop
Know Chop Block get off my cock
You was dropping my N you ain't spin to the North
Meezo, you was ducking of course
I got plenty of shots, we can link at the court
Since you want to act tough in them videos pussy
My Berreta trying to roar
Jah yeah, we know you a faggot
You ain't blacking Banga I'ma clap him
I can't wait 'til I catch him in traffic
Bend up on blocks and I'm spinning though Grafton
Spin Washburn, seeing they reaction
Spin Washburn, trying to see who flocking
Jayski, fake G, why you ducking
I bent blocks so tell me I left Crompton
You got parked and you need special parking
Bullets they burning, my demons they sparked 'em
Don't lack at that park, you get parked in
Oh my god what happened to
Will 4 got turned to a vegetable
Keys you did terrible, that unforgettable
He tried to up, we ain't giving no chance (like what)
Bitch I'm losing my mind of the Xan
Walk in this bitch and I feel like the man
Too slimy, I don't got no friends
Can't lack got to keep me a dance
Throw it back, she making it dance
Dance, dance
Throw it back, she making it dance
Come here, make it clap
Baby girl, throw that big booty back Come here, make it clap
Baby girl, throw that big booty back Come here, make it clap
Baby girl, throw that big booty back Come here, make it clap
Baby girl, throw that big booty back
Can't show no love, so you know she can't trap me
Good dick, got her calling me daddy
Shooting from deep, I'm feeling like Scotty
Nigga run up, I'm catching a body
I'm in the field trying to catch me a Homi
Fuck that, bitch you jealous
Fuck on your friend, I can care less
Put in work, know that it's finished
Do it for money, I don't want to be famous
Put my heart in this shit, why the fuck would I lose
Think I'm lacking, that nigga a fool
Nigga play he gone end up on the news
Nigga die he ain't nothing new
Nigga die he go pick up a tool
Walk in this bitch and I fuck on his boo