Free Cash Lyrics – 438Snappy

Free Cash Lyrics by 438Snappy

Hook
Hop in the mosh pit
He trynna start sh#t
Hop In The whip wit a stick

In my arm pit
We beat his #ss
And he try to squash sh#t
I’m on the block

Wit a zip of that hi tec
I want him dead
But he ain’t been found yet
Lurk on his block

Every day like a stalker
I’m find his b#tch #ss
Put him in a body bag
Read between the lines

Just like polygraph
Dip
N
Four flat

Skirt
We on that
Feel like beezy
We hitting hard hat

100 percent flip
Just like a cartwheel
We got the block hot
Just like a sunrise

That n#gg# on tik tok
We make em kick rock
n#gg# run up
100 shots make a b#tch Drop

Just like a pot hole
We got a strict code
Jit tried to run up
We took that jit soul

Smooth like a tip toе
Act like a straight hoe
He told on his partna
But hе say that he gang tho

n#gg#s be sweet
They soft like mangos
Oops pull up
I put in a cheat code

Call up my Chico
Vato name Tito
Clips they fat
Look like burrito

My n#gg# Versace
Look like the migos
Cool #ss choppa
Call it Carlito

We throw a rocket
It like torpedos
We don’t fade n#gg#s
We drive by in stelos

Stop talking bout beef
U really don’t squeeze bro
We was 16 plotting on kilos
Cash in the back of the whip wit a piece tho

n#gg# run up he dead diseased hoe
Free cash
Whoopty wu
Rip nino

Rip Chico
n#gg#s get popped trynna play like they street bro
He peeped thru the blinds
Got shot thru the peep hole

Tie up a n#gg# like
Suit n tuxedo
We get them chip
Like we work at casino

Lottery ticket
Bih we hit for a kilo
Feeling like curry
We never miss free throw

Beefing wit a n#gg#
But where is the cheese bro
Cash woulda been came back if it wasn’t for Rico
RIP JayJay

Speak on bro ain’t nun but mellee
n#gg#s pop out at y’a spot
Make y’a vacate
Screaming out gang gang

We really bang bang
Flexing wit that sack and we taking yo chain chain gang
I’ll never stop screaming out dead game
Hook

Hop in the mosh pit
He trynna start sh#t
Hop In The whip wit a stick
In my arm pit

We beat his #ss
And he try to squash sh#t
I’m on the block
Wit a zip of that hi tec

I want him dead
But he ain’t been found yet
Lurk on his block
Every day like a stalker

I’m find his b#tch #ss
Put him in a body bag
Read between the lines
Just like polygraph
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438Snappy Lyrics – Free Cash

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