FREE JIG

Squad, hmm SMO, huh Hmm, hmm It's the Eastside Ape Hmm, SMO, ayy Hmm, SMO, ayy Ayy, huh I talked to Jig, talked to Rick, free the guys, yeah Bitch, don't be surprised if you see 'em with me slidin', hmm JJ'll smoke 'em, down to ride and throw them fives Nigga, if you play with Boskey, say no more, you 'bout to die, hmm DT and Mari way richer than you other niggas We ain't come to party, we just came to fuck a couple bitches We'll get it started, up the straps and get to bustin' niggas I got Steez with me, he look like he ain't my bodyguard He gon' pull a bitch, then pull a clip if niggas actin' hard He a ho, pull his card, chase him to the boulevard Windows tinted on my car, roll 'em down and flip his car Bitch, I'm Blood, flip his bar, you see how I flipped that bar? You see how I flipped that brick of clean, know that bitch was raw She know I'ma lick it if it's clean, I might hit it raw Traphouse lookin' like a kennel, come and get some dog We'll put a nigga in the 'spital, better get your dog Niggas talk brazy on the song, but never in person Nigga, what you want? How you playin' it? Niggas be purpin' Bitch, I be outside, not on Live, I'm tryna get to it Always rap about punchin' niggas in they shit 'cause they know I'll do it I be in the stores, hittin' hoes, nigga, all that shit Fat asked me what's good, tell that nigga can't call that shit Still hit Eastland with my mans like I ain't dogshit rich Drop a couple bands, yeah, we'll sign, give me all that shit Haircut in the basement by Fresh, he like, "Dog, you lit" Try to press me for my necks, guarantee them we all up sticks Smoke whoever you with, on the set, fuck all them niggas Nigga, fuck all that shit, ain't no nigga gettin' off on gang gang Big Ape, big pape', make your BM choo-choo train-train Big Drac', mixtape, drop that bitch and I see brain stains Bitch got her frame banged, nigga got his name made Sock a pussy nigga in his mouth, what he say? Huh What he say? Huh, hmm, what's up, OG? I can see an opp nigga bitch and make her fuck on me But I'd rather put her in the blender for some company Bitch, I'd rather put her in the blender for some bompany Huh, that's what type of time I'm on, I ain't switchin' it It's a bunch of hams 'round this bitch and I ain't feelin' it Nigga don't wanna throw no hands with me, I'll split his shit I can't hit no bitch, but I'll stomp a stud My side-bitch TLC, she don't fuck with scrubs I ain't got no side-bitch, just fucked you, uh I be sayin' what I wanna, I ran it up 'Nother hundred thousand every time I spark a blunt Bitch, I'll spark a 'Wood and make a ten ball Walk up in your club thirty minutes, then I dip off And I'm linked in through your hood, bitch, I'm big dog The real niggas run me to the bity, can't get ripped off Haha, hmm, when they gon' learn somethin'? You know I brung extra yops, Skuba earned somethin', huh One on JoJo, one on Jacques, they gon' burn somethin', huh One on Stewie, one on Stack, they gon' murk somethin', huh I'll break a bitch back, made her twerk somethin', huh Million-dollar Scatpack, bet he swerve somethin', yeah Free Blow, he know I been sippin' syrup for him, huh Me and Smoke got a pint up in our styrofoams Me and Skilla hit the same bitch, cut her off Cheekadeek only seventeen, had them bitches lost My Uncle Tracy, he gon' kill you if you touch me That's why I don't never let him come in public He be done bust a motherfucker if you bump me Hmm, ayy, ayy, huh He be done bust a motherfucker if you bump me Same result with the rest of my brothers We'll be done bust a motherfucker if you bump us Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Same result with the rest of my brothers Be done bust a motherfucker if you, ayy, duh