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chris treadwell
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Lyrics
Ayy, I need hammy
Free Danny
Ayy, I just hit my plug like I need hammy
Free Bubba, free Zay **** free Danny
She gon' make us fight I got a mean granny
I can never slip, I'm like a clean tranny
Now I turn this bitch up ion care who in here
You had that pole for a minute, it's a souvenir
Got me on the GPS, I keep a shooter near
In this ocean, need a vest and some scuba gear
Yeah, I know my ex mad and she real salty
She be running in that bag, and she still call me
I be tryna get them bucks like its Milwaukee
Yeah, this chopper thang jump if you feel froggy
40 barkin like a dog, and a frog when it leap
You a bum, where yo gun, they say talk is cheap
If you internet thuggin' then we alt delete
My shooter called for that mission, then he called complete
Drive around with that toy this a toy drive
Been down for tryna slide, they call it joyride
That choppa get to kickin' like it's Muay Thai
Bitch, I slid that one time they said that boy died
And I am used to having nothing I ain't new to zero
Captain save a hoe **** always superheros
Blood gang I see my lock-up in that blue apparel
The way these bullets look, they probably even chew the barrel
Ayy, I just hit my plug like I need hammy
Free Bubba, free Zay **** free Danny
And she gon make us fight I got a mean granny
I can never slip, I'm like a clean tranny
Now I turn this bitch up ion care who in here
He had that pole for a minute, it's a souvenir
Got me on a GPS, I keep a shooter near
In this ocean, need a vest and some scuba gear
Ayy, run in your house with these poles we the carpet cleaners
This bitch will flip your load this a parket beater
Gotta pay for this flow, yeah I charge features
Yeah, this bitch fell in love, I'm the heart reliever
I see **** actin funny and I had a feelin'
I been tryna get that money ima stack a million
**** bap they load 'heyton
**** callin' Bris weak, that was a bad opinion
Michael Jordan 23 up in this 45
Ring that bell knock that pole you see them Porsche lights
I really run the field, this ain't Fortnite
I watched my uncle ball like I was courtside
Choppa sit you on yo' ass, billy badass
Bitch I'm from Iraq it's really Baghdad
Get the chills when my daughter call me dada
Ain't no cappin', bitch, we shootin' where your hat at
Ayy, I just hit my plug like I need hammy
Free Bubba, free Zay **** free Danny
She gon' make us fight I got a mean granny
I can never slip, I'm like a clean tranny
Now I turn this bitch up ion care who in here
You had that pole for a minute, it's a souvenir
Got me on this GPS, I keep a shooter near
In this ocean, need a vest and some scuba gear
Written by: chris treadwell