Free Jracks

I'ma start, free Racks

Know how I get, I be quick to attack, I'ma bail out the Track

Chasin' him down, tryna put all these shots in his crown, he was found wit' a hole in his back, go

It's free Mani to death, pull from the three, I'ma shoot like I'm Steph

**** is mad that my big brother took they AR, we was purchasin', ain't nun' left, come on like

Free Ro he was droppin' off percs in the hood, he be breakin' the bread

They told me never to show all the cards that was dealt, so ain't no **** takin' the hand

Took a gun on the bend

She like to kiss on the tats but we facked, so I feel like the man

I'm finna get us up outta the trenches wit' this one, lil' brodie you know I ain't playin', go

Uh, you don't get what I'm sayin'?

I'm tryna slide and this **** be playin', so I had took his strap, told his dumbass take a lap or I'm gon' get to sprayin'

She tryna take her a nap but I'm up, so lil' bitch let me fack or I'm goin' to bed

And you know how we playin', choppa shells rip off his legs, so that 4 nickel tappin' his head, sco'

And know we leavin' 'em dead, up in the V and this lil' **** scared

Ain't bring his gun, guess he wasn't prepared

How the fuck did you bitch **** die from a leg shot?

7.62 make his head knock, if you pull up, I'm dumpin' every car

And you better be quick on your feet, I leave shit in the streets

Foreign G, I hit every block

I'm tired of ridin' wit' chop, I think I'm finna stop, so I'm grabbin' the glitch

Mir and lil' Dre light-skin ass is a bitch, when the fuck was he out here sendin' the blitz?

Put his ass on the list, he wouldn't even count as a point, so I'm done, I'm not even finna diss

She like how I rap, so bae give me a kiss, I bet you never seen a lil' **** wit' this

I'ma start, free Racks

Know how I get, I be quick to attack, I'ma bail out the Track

Chasin' him down, tryna put all these shots in his crown, he was found wit' a hole in his back, go

It's free Mani to death, pull from the three, I'ma shoot like I'm Steph

**** is mad that my big brother took they AR, we was purchasin', ain't nun' left, come on like

Free Ro he was droppin' off percs in the hood, he be breakin' the bread

They told me never to show all the cards that was dealt, so ain't no **** takin' the hand

Took a gun on the bend

She like to kiss on the tats but we facked, so I feel like the man

I'm finna get us up outta the trenches wit' this one, lil' brodie you know I ain't playin', on foenem grave