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FREE SS
by Kferg500
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Told cuz he gotta chill he want a 100 bowls
Lil cuz he got aim assist
He tapping heads like whack-a-moles
Free my Sneaky Shooter, He still down the road
Bitch mad that I got a badder bitch so now I'm down a hoe
I don't even know these hoe ass niggas, better not say my name
We be spanking niggas, belt to ass, pootie tang
That bitch green, we put F&N's all in her name
My shit green, since I got approved, don't felt the same
In a wide body cat, my bitch thick, she got country frame
Pockets full of blues, pull em out, it's the Kentucky gang
Put her on the E, that bitch on go, she didn't fuck the same
Your unc bitch, so we gon' call you by your uncle's name
We aint showing mercy, fuck it run the score up
I'm out with Fatty, using XL Ubers like a tour bus
They tryna go against us, they gon' need more than luck
I took 12 on a chase and made em quit, Andrew Luck.
Bitch, I'm QB5, I'm calling plays like Anthony Rich
That 556 precise, it flipped his car right in a ditch.
Niggas said he doing what to who, he must think I'm a bitch.
Every time he bring me up, I might just call a blitz
Every time she ask for something, I might just go and buy it.
Bro had heard I was with his bitch and now he suicidal
If you pull up, then you DOA. Dead on arrival
In the booth, I'm an arsonist, I set that hoe on fire
Told cuz he gotta chill he want a 100 bowls
Lil cuz he got aim assist
He tapping heads like whack-a-moles
Free my Sneaky Shooter, He still down the road
Bitch mad that I got a badder bitch so now I'm down a hoe
I don't even know these hoe ass niggas, better not say my name
We be spanking niggas, belt to ass, pootie tang
That bitch green, we put F&N's all in her name
My shit green, since I got approved, don't felt the same
In a wide body cat, my bitch thick, she got country frame
Pockets full of blues, pull em out, it's the Kentucky gang
Put her on the E, that bitch on go, she didn't fuck the same
Your unc bitch, so we gon' call you by your uncle's name
We aint showing mercy, fuck it run the score up
I'm out with Fatty, using XL Ubers like a tour bus
They tryna go against us, they gon' need more than luck
I took 12 on a chase and made em quit, Andrew Luck.
Bitch, I'm QB5, I'm calling plays like Anthony Rich
That 556 precise, it flipped his car right in a ditch.
Niggas said he doing what to who, he must think I'm a bitch.
Every time he bring me up, I might just call a blitz
Every time she ask for something, I might just go and buy it.
Bro had heard I was with his bitch and now he suicidal
If you pull up, then you DOA. Dead on arrival
In the booth, I'm an arsonist, I set that hoe on fire
