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(Fuck the feds, free 2-4 'til it's backwards bitch!) (Free 2-4, nigga) I'm in the mall, with 10k in my Louie bag You better run from this beam This ain't laser tag I know you mad, your brother gone And you can't get 'em back Ever since I've known you You've been broke and you been down bad I'll drop 5 bands and your head, and they'll go get it Gettin' money too addicting, I don't ever think I'll quit it I ain't signing with no label, I need a million-dollar ticket You ain't at least make a band a day, then I don't wanna kick it I be in here, talkin' shit you really rap Free my brother, I might lose him 'Cause these nigga's in there rats Last nigga dissin' on K-Bands Done got his ass clapped I think I got a bad habit I keep walkin' outta Saks I ain't worry 'bout your nigga, you can't bring thе dead back Don't be reachin' for my chain, that's gon' gеt your head cracked Finessed a nigga outta thousand You can't get your bread back He could be right here livin' with you Letras de cancionesBut, he shouldn't have said that I spent so much money in Saks, they know my real name Nigga's need a scope up on they strap, 'cause they got no aim It's really sad nigga's risk they lives, for a lil' fame I bet I got more money in my safe, then your whole gang Dirty ass crib you got bugs in that bitch You a dirty ass nigga, you got roaches in your whip You make 400 in 2 weeks, and know that got you sick I just dapped his nigga up, but he ain't know I fucked his bitch You flexin' with that, man you better enjoy it 'Cause I'ma take it She a groupie, when she see my Instagram She gon' get naked I'm a scammer 'til I die, that trappin' shit is overrated Free 2-4, he in the county 'Cause some nigga's writin' statements Better stay up in that cell 'Cause if they out, they gonna know who did it Davie on my side, he got the beam So he ain't never missin' My lil' nigga a menace to society He don't ever listen Y'all done got that soft, he gon' cook it Whip it in the kitchen I be in here, talkin' shit you really rap Free my brother, I might lose him 'Cause these nigga's in there rats Last nigga dissin' on K-Bands Done got his ass clapped I think I got a bad habit I keep walkin' outta Saks I ain't worry 'bout your nigga, you can't bring the dead back Don't be reachin' for my chain, that's gon' get your head cracked Finessed a nigga outta thousand You can't get your bread back He could be right here livin' with you But, he shouldn't have said that From Letras Mania