Free Game (Sped Up|Explicit) - DJ Drama/Lil Uzi Vert/42 Dugg

Lyrics by：T. Simmons/S. Woods/M. Hayes/A. Britten II

Produced by：Antt Beatts

I'm really like that

They like

Get in yo' bag ***** I been in mines

If Mel order four I probably send him five

Kill 'em down Cannon wit' me crippin' tryna kill a five

Oh you don't bang **** same **** still a-get you fried

Drop something then skate off I still remember six to nine

**** dawg he hatin' on me I still be

In this ***** wit' mine DJ Drama

Antt did the track what they talkin' 'bout out here

You niggas can't **** with us

They like

Get in yo' bag ***** I been in mines

If Mel order four I probably send him five

Kill 'em down Cannon wit' me crippin' tryna kill a five

Oh you don't bang **** same **** still a-get you fried

Drop something then skate off I still remember six to nine

**** dawg he hatin' on me I still

Be in this ***** wit' mine Mr Thanksgiving

Did some time like six years how you feelin'

I ain't goin' back don't get killed that's on my nigga

Everybody on finkles still gon' put 'em on the payroll

I could **** whoever ***** my nigga just don't hate on me

I'm straight on you niggas out here still doin sucka ****

I done ****** his main ho his sister and his brother *****

Can't trust a ***** niggas out here starvin'

Doggie send something

I still be sellin' them people on me had to switch up

Been six summers I'm still turnt

Fight who I kill first

Dog on 'em don't deal percs

Street Chanel them real percs

Bae like

What we kickin'

She pop it off by suckin' d**k

She pop it off by suckin' d**k act

Bad like she can get it

I like freak h*es that eat h*es

That slap five when we done

I hate h*e niggas and broke niggas

Catch me with no bums

Got the white arms wit' a clear lens

Can't catch me in my buffs

I done said this **** a hundred times

Can't beef about no sluts

Know I pulled up fresh as ****

In that brand new Lambo truck skrrt off on a dead body

Did a hit right in the foreign it's a big body

Ain't know about it but now you know we did body

Yo' ***** in my crib suckin' my d**k

And she get real sloppy

Ain't wanna tell you that **** dog

'Cause you be in yo' feelings

You ain't doin' no killin' you ain't

Never pay no killers

P***y that ain't Wockhardt you sippin' on penicillin

I'ma stack this money up until I feel the ceiling

I ain't want yo' ***** she looked

At me like really really

I'm in yo' city with these buffs

On like I ain't from Philly

My life ain't silly I woke up and

Then made a milli

TLC mean too much lettuce cheese my ***** look like chili

No I'm never stuck never stuck

Hold my pants up 'cause the 40 tucked

I ain't never meet a ***** that didn't **** something

I ain't never meet a ***** that didn't suck something

Know these niggas

P***y they ain't gon' buss nothing

Nick Cannon walkin' with a big ol' drum

Countin' all this money make me risk my thumbs

Smokin' all these opps make me risk my lungs