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lil yungeen – free trell lyrics

[intro]
yeah free my boy trell
grrah

[verse]
lord, i come to you with a heavy heart
my life been hard from the very start
that sh+t be hard, but i still play my part
wanna do right even tho’ i live wrong
i watch my dawg go to trial off my cellphone
the realest in it, guess they never got the memo
free my n+gga trell
i been feeling pain
lost some of my n+ggas
i been slow since
free trell
r.i.p drilly
r.i.p lil maco
r.i.p trippy
my n+ggas gone
it been hard for me
haven’t seen my dawg for two years
don’t want the blame so they find someone to tell on
where your block? i f+ck around and come and spin it
don’t want to talk to feds, probably got my digits
free trell it been love since the beginning
talking ’bout subpoena, tell that lady i ain’t get it (let’s go)
if you ask my name, been it, i ain’t in it (yah, yah)
put some respect up on my name when you spit it (yah, yah)
don’t forget i’m one of the ones who really with it (yah)
ain’t been on twitter, usually keep me out your mentions (fah, fah)
i’m at the house eating mcdonald’s with my kitties (yeah)
i be really quick to flash so i be chilling
when i’m in the a, i got my glock all up in atlantics
you play them k!llers, coming through just like a entrance (ah)
what’s the deal? i’m just tryna let you know
i f+ck around and take a n+ggas soul
life been pushing me too far
i’m stuck on this edge
wanna see my n+gga but i can’t
3 plus 3, i be throwing up that 6
i kicked it in when they try to lock the door
f+ck the cops siren, never tell ’em ”please” (never)
i got n+ggas still trappin i swaer if you
try to take ’em from me, i’m gon’ make a n+gga bleed (b+tch, please)
i got blood in my eyes, i can’t see (i can’t see)
i don’t play ’cause i always play to keep (fah, fah)
on top my shotta, n+gga ass with a beam (ah+huh)
got it in my pocket like my phone i let it ring
i lost it all and got it back, i told ’em ”look at me” (look at me)
i’m standing tall, it ain’t no folding
clutching bad, i’m always holdin my gun.,m
money always be my motive
so if you owe me, act like you know me
and every time i turn around they always asking ’bout that boy
you don’t believe my words, go and ask that n+gga (ask that boy)
i put a n+gga in a bag, i sack a n+gga (ask that boy)
feel that two, i see you, he in back edition (poh, poh,poh)
he did a drill, i paid to find him like a traffic ticket (poh, poh,poh)
see him in traffic i’m spinnin’ [?]
they takin’ his legs and takin’ his face
i’m bringing that pressure, i’m making them pay
he play with them letters, he feelin’ that k
back in my cell i was clutching a blade
back on that drink i just need me a tase
diamonds all around me
glocks and choppas this is how we win
mr. yungeen mr. chopp
sellin’ sh+t for n+ggas who need it
we get the drop then you better go pray
want a tat to their dead so i tat at they face
free trell thats the only thing that i need

- lil yungeen lyrics

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