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jay fizzle – free str8dropp lyrics

[intro]
(what’s up, slim?)
(ooh, who is that? girl, that’s tella)
first things first, ‘fore i say anything
start with this sh+t, long live king flippa
paper route frank (before then, i really think i gave you n+ggas too much motherf+cking time)
forever gang, standin’ on business (ayy, phantom, you the plug)
big paper route business
gang, gang
ayy, man (fah, fah, fah+fah+fah)
since the blogs wanna report and post everything a n+gga do and sh+t
ayy, y’all go tell that big head+ass n+gga gotti he a b+tch (ho+ass)
and your brother too, n+gga, he don’t get away, f+ck you talkin’ ’bout? (i ain’t playin’ hide and seek, n+gga)
pop out (yeah, my fans want that new+new, they waitin’ for that hot sh+t)
p+ssy, i ain’t good at that type sh+t, n+gga
aw yeah, one more thing, free str8dropp
i don’t wish ill on n0body
tryna see a n+gga tell
paper route business, n+gga, f+ck sixty
fifty racks in my pocket, all big heads (gang)

[verse 1]
ayy, if you ain’t with me, you against me
still screamin’ f+ck the opps (f+ck ’em)
first off, long live dolph
tell ’em free dropp, wanna see a n+gga dead, not locked up (stamp that)
swear the safest place for him is to be in that box
’cause i’m prayin’ that i catch him, i’m tryna off a n+gga top (bah+bah+bah)
keep my foot on they neck, i ain’t lettin’ up (hard on ’em)
tryna get in my way, you gettin’ wet up (b+tch)
tell me how the f+ck you miss a whole hundred f+ckin’ shots? (haha)
i’m totin’ a sixty on this ar, i shoot thirty, twenty droppin’ (twenty down)
b+tch, i’m poppin’, nah, i really pop it
swear my gang the hottest, paper route, we the topic (gang)
racks on me ho gotti (stuffed with them big heads)
new chain cost a masi’ (naw, these ain’t no sis)
fans ask when i’m droppin’ (ayy, where that new+new at, fizzle?)
swear you rap n+ggas floppin’ (n+ggas trash)
got too much ice on my neck (ice, baby)
shawty wanna f+ck ’cause i’m poppin’ (thot+thots)
probably got too many racks in ’em
so amiri jeans hang off my bottom (my pants sag)
paper got a n+gga limpin’ when i walk
i’m a c+cky lil’ n+gga
i need a tic+tac, all the sh+t a n+gga be talkin’ (ayy)
my fans want that new+new, they waitin’ for that hot sh+t
they keep askin’ me when that gangster sh+t droppin’ (ayy, when you droppin’, fizzle?)
ahk sh+t, pop sh+t, 12 can’t stop sh+t
tell ’em free ralo and f+ck all the cops (free ralo)
when i drop a tape, all the real n+ggas flockin’ (yeah)
bad b+tches love me, can’t get off my d+ckhead (thottie)
my pockets on fat, bankroll ho gotti
guess these racks in my pocket all big heads (racks)
[interlude]
ayy, and this my last time speakin’ on this sh+t, man
what my boy say?
cm who? cmf, cocaine musik f+ggots
neck full of water, water (water), wrist full of water, water (soaking wet)
got all these choppers, choppers, play foul, that chopper—

[verse 2]
say it’s smoke, we can link and wild out like we biggie and pac
i went watched the show, chose to carry my glock
i be hard on these hoes, even harder on opps (stamp that)
big paper route business, we runnin’ sh+t, n+ggas can’t stop us (stamp that)
know we keep n+ggas mad (f+ck ’em)
tell ’em f+ck n+ggas come do somethin’ ’bout it (p+ssy)
come my way, watch how quick i reroute you (b+tch)
with this four+nickel
you rap n+ggas green as f+ck, dill pickle (green+ass n+ggas)
five chains on my neck like a popsicle (icy)
wrist cold, but i’m totin’, so i’m hot
gang wipe your nose like that sh+t full of snot
if i spin a n+gga block, catch him lackin’, i’m walkin’ (f+ck a drive+by)
catch him in traffic and shot through his window (hawk down)
man, i pull up with a 9, homie thought it was a chopper
on the back of my glock 26, that nintendo (switchy)
playin’ with your life, get it took
when you see me, don’t frown, fix your face, you’ll die off a look (on god)
totin’ a 5.56 with a hundred green tips in the clip
i’m tryna put a whole fifty in a jit (stamp that)
how you miss a whole f+ckin’ hundred f+ckin’ shots? (p+ssy, naw, the other half for gotti)
how you miss a whole f+ckin’ hundred f+ckin’ shots? (big+head motherf+cker, yeah)
ahk sh+t, pop sh+t, 12 can’t stop sh+t (pop out, n+gga)
tell the crowd it’s free ralo and long live dolph (stop all that hidin’ n+gga)
we the ones up the score in the city
say a bag on my head, we can wild out like tupac and biggie (we outside with it)
big grape got the big head (stamp that)
i got your b+tch on my d+ckhead (haha, thottie)
talk a lot of sh+t, i need big red
keep the racks in my pockets, big head
ho gotti
[outro]
big paper route, n+gga
f+ck the other side, man
wack+ass sh+t
n+ggas only good with hidin’ and motherf+ckin’ hatin’
all that dodgin’, man
n+ggas should’ve played dodgeball, man (ooh, who is that? girl, that’s tella)

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