Free RIC

Can't be fucked with (at all) (Flexin' on that bitch, hold up) That Patek ain't bust, but you know me Holdin' for the 4's, bitch, I'm holdin' for the East On the count of three, everybody yell free RIC, free Skeet Free RIC, free Kwe, free RIC, free Meech On the count of three, everybody yell free RIC, free Meech Free RIC, free Tee, free RIC, free Skeet A Patek, a Patek, a Patek, was gon' buy it for my daddy Let me find out niggas cappin', ain't 'bout action Baguettie, baguettie, baguettie They say I might regret it if I chandelier a skelly, plus they tax Heard the fetty ain't shit in Alabama (no) 42 for the bammer Just say we forget to stamp 'em, not on a camera Ayy, I wish a nigga would play with me Sixty-two for the 'Za, the buds two-eight a piece I love to get 'em cheap, them drugs keep me in sync Might thump a bitch if she blink Gradients, tints ain't pink, then again Wanna see me stretch some? Bitch, send the pin Been thuggin' since we was kids, my brother know what I did Between him and that SIG, I know I'm five out of ten It hurt me to hear that, ain't that some shit, bitch First incomplete I ever had on a hit You a trip, that ain't stoppin' shit, we poppin' shit See a bitch, we drop a bitch That Patek ain't bust, but you know me Holdin' for the 4's, bitch, I'm holdin' for the East On the count of three, everybody yell free RIC, free Skeet Free RIC, free Kwe, free RIC, free Meech On the count of three, everybody yell free RIC, free Meech Free RIC, free Tee, free RIC, free Skeet, ayy Bitch, better not say shit to none of my niggas, ayy Chevy, T-top, on D-U-B A lil' ol' seventy for these watches, four for the weed Throw a bitch shit for eavesdroppin', this confidential I'm the shit, I need some tissues Seventeen up in this nickel I get pissed, I might go crazy Bitch, I'm rich, now niggas hatin' Take me back one mile up, me and Reef we BH bud, nigga That Patek ain't bust, but you know me Holdin' for the 4's, bitch, I'm holdin' for the East On the count of three, everybody yell free RIC, free Skeet Free RIC, free Kwe, free RIC, free Meech On the count of three (Smurk), everybody yell free RIC (gang), free Meech Free RIC, free Tee, free RIC, free Skeet, ayy (foe'nem, let's get it) Bitch better not say shit to none of my niggas, ayy (bitch, gang-gang) Quarantine, pop out with them killers, shit be borin' me (let's get it) Got her titties done and I'm the reason, don't be ignorin' me (bitch) Foe'nem died fluky, they too happy, shit be blowin' me (let's get it) Textin' bitches bringin' up my name, they be showin' me (man, what?) Hellcats, run up on that wide-body, his head stretched (yeah) Clean gun, I take the switch off, put it in my headrest (yeah) I drive far, you don't take care of your fam, what you alive for? Same niggas screamin' that they gang, the one I die for Blick-blick, chopper chop-chop, Glock fah-fah (fah-fah) Trench baby, got it out the mud, I'm a Rockstar (Rockstar) Every nigga 'round me got a bag, on my mama (gang, gang) He killed me in his comments, I killed him with these commas (yeah) Free Steve 'nem, free Jam 'nem, free 'Nine 'nem Money on you, then just take it out 'cause you can't dine in I got killers with outstandin' warrants that still be flyin' in (still be flyin' in) Screamin' you gon' slide, if you gon' slide, then nigga, slide then (slide, slide) I'm from the 'Raq, where the gangsters at, lil' bro, paint his ass (yeah, yeah, yeah) Glock with beam, look like laser tag, you can't save his ass (yeah) Wet him up, bro'nem bathe his ass, bro'nem chase his ass (yeah) Bro'nem face his ass, I relate to that, I relate to that (man, what?) That Patek ain't bust, but you know me Holdin' for the 4's, bitch, I'm holdin' for the East On the count of three, everybody yell free RIC, free Skeet Free RIC, free Kwe, free RIC, free Meech On the count of three, everybody yell free RIC, free Meech Free RIC, free Tee, free RIC, free Skeet, ayy Bitch better not say shit to none of my niggas, ayy