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money gang - free my niggas freestyle lyrics

[intro: lil folks]
tell ’em free my n+ggas
tell ’em free my n+ggas (yeah)
tell ’em free my n+ggas (another cypher, man, let’s get it)
tell ’em free my n+ggas (money gang, what up? squad, what up?)
tell ’em free my n+ggas (squad)
tell ’em free my n+ggas (look)
tell ’em free my n+ggas (come through this b+tch, like)
tell ’em free my n+ggas (look)

[verse 1: lil folks]
free my nigs (nigs) that’s doin’ a f+ckin’ bid
i shoot you in your head (bah), [?] you in your sh+t (let’s get it)
i put this on my kids (kids), that i ain’t never goin’ (nuh+uh)
and if you talkin’ sh+t, best believe my squad blowin’ (bah, bah, squad)
you gettin’ money, b+tch? stop lyin’, we ain’t seein’ it (unh+uh)
comin’ through with all+red beams on some bimmer sh+t (lasers)
y’all n+ggas lackin’, stop lackin’ on that bus stop (huh?)
comin’ through shootin’ everybody on that bus stop (bah, bah, bah)
even shootin’ your grandpa (bah), we don’t even give a f+ck (unh+uh)
abm, i throw it up (throw it up), cob, b+tch, what up? (squad)
n+gga, we gon’ get it ’til we die over here (uh+huh)
if you n+ggas showin’ fear, then you showin’ that you a queer
shout out to number one, i’m just showin’ that we here (squad)
shoot his ass in his face, end his whole lil’ career (make his ass disappear, squad)
bullets burn, bullets make his lil’ ass disappear (huh?)
and my squad straight dangerous like a f+ckin’ bear (let’s get it)
money gang up in your ear (money gang), take your b+tch [?] (take her out)
tell her somethin’ she won’t hear (huh?), after that, i’m at her crib (yes)
only reason why she f+ckin’ me ’cause i got long hair (what?)
abm, jaro city, yeah, squad, i’m outta here (squad)
[chorus: fbg young]
tell ’em free my n+ggas (they done let young get on this b+tch, kid, h+ll yeah)
tell ’em free my n+ggas (my n+gga major came in here with the dope, roll up)
tell ’em free my n+ggas
tell ’em free my n+ggas (aight; “for real, for real,” in my n+gga lil’ darrell voice, you hear me?)

[verse 2: fbg young]
i say, live from the ‘ville (live from the ‘ville), st. lawrence martial (st. lawrence martial)
thirty+shot’ll unload (unload), now he team coffin
my n+ggas jump gates, they be team ballin’ (they be team ballin’)
pockets on overweight, these n+ggas starvin’ (so stop flexin’)
i heard these n+ggas talkin’ sl!ck like they runnin’ sh+t (what?)
call boss trell, he’ll come through dumpin’ sh+t
don’t f+ck with me if money ain’t that convo (stupid dummy)
hand on that trigger, make that semi spit auto
get money (money), hustle by any means
i got a beam that spot anything, it hit any team (team no lackin’)
who want war? (want war) anything is anything
my n+ggas made for this sh+t, jump your gate and takin’ green (063)
f+ck n+gga, see a opp, then he get more shots (he get more shots)
f+ck o’block, thirty come through your block (thirty come through your block)
my lil’ g’s movin’ weight, cpdk, f+ck the jakes
two guns on me, i’m just gettin’ that double safe
“tp,” in [?] voice, stop it [?] i dump the eight
pockets on lobster, these n+ggas funnel cake
and they knowin’ i can’t go, boy
fyb, your b+tch can get pole, boy
[chorus]
tell ’em free my n+ggas
tell ’em free my n+ggas
tell ’em free my n+ggas
tell ’em free my n+ggas
tell ’em free my n+ggas
tell ’em free my n+ggas
tell ’em free my n+ggas

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