CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Free Woo
(Flexin')
I'm a no-shoestring-wearin' n***a, just straps
Nine out of ten of these hoes holdin' back
How the f**k he did six years with four flat?
Course Hot Boy and Will hang together, they both rats
Pull up in the hood, high beams on the Wagen
My n***as call me Rollie, all my b*t*hes call me Patek
Ho, quit sayin' you could've had me, how?
Shout out Lil— I'm the one who blew him down
Rest in peace, drop sh*t for extra cheese
This here for Neff and Rece, say I remember bettin' fives
Hard times don't never last
Told y'all I quit stompin', I'm on my seventh slab
Somethin' 'bout that drug money make these b*t*hes get off
Let me know if you can't see me, n***a, 'cause I'll take the tint off
We just left SoleStage, blew about a ten ball
Free my n***a Woo, or should I call him Mr. Fentanyl?
Yeah, Gotti want a show, but sh*t, I'm finna have a spin-off
Take a n***a ho, you never told me that you loved her
Fifty for a show, no back and forth, I'm sellin' drugs first
Hold me down, never know what tomorrow bring
Help me out, if I eat, we all eat
Ma, look at your baby
Still findin' 30s for the A-team, yeah
I might come through in a hard top, we draggin'
I still save all of my call logs, I'm damaged
From hustle kids to ball out, I still live in the doghouse
I'm known for goin' on Moss routes like throw it up
Hate on who? I'm goin' up
Ain't gotta flash, I show enough
Been in my bag, n***a, get in yours
Quarter million cash, ain't sh*t in yours
Married for now, I'll get divorced, ayy
This b*t*h been actin' like she love me
Came from nothin', doggy, we was thuggin'
How you gon' judge them?
N***a ran off with my last and left me hurtin'
Askin' doggy would he rather be rappin' or sellin' 30s?
Youngest n***a, but the first one in traffic behind the murders
In that 'Cat, I'm probably swervin', state troopers make me nervous
Young dog still into murders, throw his sh*t back like a jersey
Put a Patek on a baddie, a Patek on a
I put a Patek on a baddie
Hold me down, never know what tomorrow bring
Help me out, if I eat, we all eat
Ma, look at your baby
Still findin' 30s for the A-team, yeah
I might come through in a hard top, we draggin'
I still save all of my call logs, I'm damaged
Free my n***a Woo
Free my n***a Woo
I'm a no-shoestring-wearin' n***a, just straps
Nine out of ten of these hoes holdin' back
How the f**k he did six years with four flat?
Course Hot Boy and Will hang together, they both rats
Pull up in the hood, high beams on the Wagen
My n***as call me Rollie, all my b*t*hes call me Patek
Ho, quit sayin' you could've had me, how?
Shout out Lil— I'm the one who blew him down
Rest in peace, drop sh*t for extra cheese
This here for Neff and Rece, say I remember bettin' fives
Hard times don't never last
Told y'all I quit stompin', I'm on my seventh slab
Somethin' 'bout that drug money make these b*t*hes get off
Let me know if you can't see me, n***a, 'cause I'll take the tint off
We just left SoleStage, blew about a ten ball
Free my n***a Woo, or should I call him Mr. Fentanyl?
Yeah, Gotti want a show, but sh*t, I'm finna have a spin-off
Take a n***a ho, you never told me that you loved her
Fifty for a show, no back and forth, I'm sellin' drugs first
Hold me down, never know what tomorrow bring
Help me out, if I eat, we all eat
Ma, look at your baby
Still findin' 30s for the A-team, yeah
I might come through in a hard top, we draggin'
I still save all of my call logs, I'm damaged
From hustle kids to ball out, I still live in the doghouse
I'm known for goin' on Moss routes like throw it up
Hate on who? I'm goin' up
Ain't gotta flash, I show enough
Been in my bag, n***a, get in yours
Quarter million cash, ain't sh*t in yours
Married for now, I'll get divorced, ayy
This b*t*h been actin' like she love me
Came from nothin', doggy, we was thuggin'
How you gon' judge them?
N***a ran off with my last and left me hurtin'
Askin' doggy would he rather be rappin' or sellin' 30s?
Youngest n***a, but the first one in traffic behind the murders
In that 'Cat, I'm probably swervin', state troopers make me nervous
Young dog still into murders, throw his sh*t back like a jersey
Put a Patek on a baddie, a Patek on a
I put a Patek on a baddie
Hold me down, never know what tomorrow bring
Help me out, if I eat, we all eat
Ma, look at your baby
Still findin' 30s for the A-team, yeah
I might come through in a hard top, we draggin'
I still save all of my call logs, I'm damaged
Free my n***a Woo
Free my n***a Woo
