83 Babies - Free The Gang

Yeah
Whole lotta that man
83
Know how the fuck we rockin'
M8V3N Gang (Lil Tone)
Aye, aye

My niggas they ridin', 6 speed
My bitch she foreign, mix breed
Aye, I'm putting dick in her kidneys
Believe it or not, ripleys
That Glock make him skate, Heely's
The opps, they're running, they're silly
I'm sippin' on purple, like silly
I'm high out my mind, I'm dizzy, aye
She hop on that dick like a pogo, aye
She ride that dick like a 4-door, aye
She like how I ball like Lonzo, aye
Put that boy on a tee like a logo, aye
He was dissin' on songs, now that boy gone, we turn that boy to Lil Jojo (Ha)
Young nigga flexin', young and reckless, talk reckless, I'll leave your jaw broke, aye
My niggas steppin', we got weapons, we're shootin' shit like a free throw, aye (What else?)
We turn his dome to a peephole (What else?)
Put that boy in the sky like a rainbow (Yeah)
My pockets full of dead people, aye
We're taking souls like the Reaper, aye
I know they envy me, Draco my mini-me, I'm feeling like Dr. Evil, aye
I'm in the bricks, where you can't go (What?)
This Drac' make him dance, tango (Tango)
I'm still making plays off my metro, and I'm still screaming free Peso, aye
Know I'ma ride for my brothers, aye
Know I'ma slide for my brothers (Skrt)
As in glue, I'm stuck with my brothers
So you know I'ma bust for my brothers
Free [?], free Wop, free Gutta

(Free Wop)
Free Cash, bitch, long live Gunna (Free Cash)
And whenever we come to your club for the backends, leave the hundreds crisp, don't tuck 'em (Uh-huh)
50 racks in my double G duffle (Aye)
.40 tucked under my double G buckle (For real)
Nigga move wrong on that 3, I'ma bust 'em
And we're beating the fuck up, bitch, we ain't tryna scuffle (No cap)
They say your youngin slick like butter
Plug'll be all in your head, like some oil sheen
Bitch, I been that nigga what the fuck you mean?
10 racks all 20s stuffed in my Amiri jeans (For Real)
You know I'm bangin' blue, but I love green (Big 3)
I've been sippin' that drink, cause I love Lean (Yeah)
You know we catch them bodies, don't say nothing 'bout it, the cops pick us up, we don't know a thing (Big 3)
I'm over East smoking 3 out the P, I'm just kickin' shit like a nigga puntin' (Dead opps)
Off a 20 right now, crip, a nigga bussin'
Red in my double cup, this ain't Robitussin
I just went to the store and ran into your hoe, I just [?] some Hot Funyuns (For real)
Catch a opp off-top, I'ma drop something (Come here)
See his brains on the floor, then the cops coming (Damn)
Niggas all on my dick talking 'bout what they got, when I know these lil niggas ain't got nothing
Don't be looking this way like you lost something
He tryna run, now Crazy Joe off something (On gang)
I just met a bitch with an ass like a grapefruit, I'm tryna see what that thing do (For real)
I'll knock you right out of the park like Babe Ruth, [?] something I can't do (For real)
And they say the whole city want beef too, well we let that beef brew (On gang)
We turn the beef to beef stew (On gang)
And we show them boys what that 3 do (Big 3!), uh

He must want beef too
Oh, no, you don't want beef too
We blow to a nigga see through
We smoke a nigga like K2, uh