Free RIC (feat. Lil Durk)

Can't be fucked with (At all)

(Flexing on that bitch, hold up)

That Patek thing bust but you know me

Holdin' for the 4s, bitch, I'm holdin' for the east

On the count of three, everybody yell

Free RIC, free Skeet

Free RIC, free Quez

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 **** cappin'

Ain't 'bout that shit

Baguettie, baguettie, baguettie

They say I might regret it, if I chandelier a scaly

Plus they tax

Heard the feddy ain't shit in Alabama (No)

42 for the Bama

Just say we forgot to stamp 'em

Not on camera, eh

I wish a **** would play with me

Sixty-two for the 'za

The buds is two eight a piece

I love to get 'em cheap

Them drugs keep me in sync

Might thump a bitch if she blink

Ray, these tens ain't pink then again

Wanna see me stress some bitch in the pen

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 lie

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 thing bust but you know me

Holdin' for the 4s, bitch, I'm holdin' for the east

On the count of three, everybody yell

Free RIC, free Skeet

Free RIC, free Quez

Free RIC, free Meech

On the count of three, everybody yell

Free RIC, free Meech

Free RIC, free Tee

Free RIC, free Skeet

Ay, a bitch, better not say shit to none of my ****

Ay, Chevy, T-top

On D-U-B's, a lil' 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, y'all **** hatin'

Take me back when I had love

Me and Ray for BH Bud, ****

That Patek thing bust but you know me

Holdin' for the 4s, bitch, I'm holdin' for the east

On the count of three, everybody yell

Free RIC, free Skeet

Free RIC, free Quez

Free RIC, free Meech

On the count of three, everybody yell

Free RIC, free Meech

Free RIC, free Tee

Free RIC, free Skeet

Ay, a bitch, better not say shit to none of my **** (Bitch)

Quarantine, pop out with them killin', shit be borin' me

Got her titties done and I'm the reason, don't be ignoring me

Foenem die flooky, they too happy, shit be blowin' me

Textin' bitches bringin' up my name, they be showin' me

Hellcast, run up on that Y body, it's here straight

Clean gun, I take the switch off, put it in my hair wraps

If I drive far, you won't take care of your fam

What you alive for?

Same **** screamin' that they gain the one I die for

Blick, blick

Choppa, chop, chop

Glock, fa, fa

Rich, baby

Got it out the mud, I'm a rockstar

Every **** 'round me got a bag on my mama

He killed me in his comments

I killed him with these commas

Free Steve 'nem, free Jam 'nem, free Nine 'nem

Money on you dead, just take it out 'cause you can't dine in

I got killers without outstanding warrants that still be flyin' in

Screamin' you gon' slide, if you gon' slide then, ****, slide then

I'm from the 'Raq, where the gangsters at?

Lil' bro paint his ass, Glock with beam

Look like laser tag, you can't save his ass

Run him up

Bro'nem bathe his ass

Bro'nem chase his ass

Bro'nem face his ass

I relate to that

I relate to that

That Patek thing bust but you know me

Holdin' for the 4s, bitch, I'm holdin' for the east

On the count of three, everybody yell

Free RIC, free Skeet

Free RIC, free Quez

Free RIC, free Meech

On the count of three, everybody yell

Free RIC, free Meech

Free RIC, free Tee

Free RIC, free Skeet

Ay, a bitch, better not say shit to none of my ****, ay