Free Agents

歌手: Homixide Gang • 专辑:Free Agents • 发布时间:2025-03-07
作词 : Keyon Thomas/Demetrius Chatman/Jordan Jenks
 作曲 : Keyon Thomas/Demetrius Chatman/Jordan Jenks

Yeah, ice around my neck, n***a (Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
Trap out four houses (No bap)


No bap, no bap
Yeah, I got the dope that come out the city
I got the money in my pants, they come real fast, shit, we rock out the bitty
Hey, we on the road to London
Hit so hard, what you know 'bout it bummy
Put you in whatever she wants
I got the birds that come out the boat
Uh, yeah
Ain't never letting my partners, nobody bust down a bag
I got to hit the road shit, it's stuck up the stash
Hey, I got to keep my head up, swear I'm the same n***a
Pop out, yeah, with the same n****s
**** what they say not recruitin' no n***a


Said he lame, yeah, get popped
I got the bag, she want the drop
We comin' fast, yeah, with that Glock
Better move smooth or his ass get popped
Runnin' down the road with the same n****s
Stick with the Five, yeah, that's my family n***a, we came from the pain n***a
Come out the dirt like a  slang that stick
.556 we slang b***h
I got that dope like a fiend b***h
Know I stay with the same b***h
Know I'm never gon' switch
Bought the Goyard ain't had shit
Cooking up dough blue magic
Check out my mother****n’ wrist it’s a pain, shit is a pain killer


No bap, no bap
Yeah, I got the dope that come out the city
I got the money in my pants, they come real fast, shit, we rock out the bitty
Hey, we on the road to London
Hit so hard, what you know 'bout it bummy
Put you in whatever she wants
I got the birds that come out the boat
Ain't never letting my partners, nobody bust down a bag
I got to hit the road shit, it's stuck up the stash
Hey, I got to keep my head up, swear I'm the same n***a
Pop out, yeah, with the same n****s
**** what they say not recruitin' no n***a


I'm with the Fives not recruitin' no n***a
Step on your face, we put boots on that n***a
Lego piece, aim, we got binary trigger
We come out the zoo, yeah, my n****s gorrilas, huh
Switchin' up the style got 'em poppin' all tags
Gettin' paper cuts cause I'm countin' all this cash
Splash on a n***a like Steve Nash
Shot it up, pull up, n***a give me that ㅤ
I'm ridin' in the kit in the 'cat
Two hundred sit on my dashboard, all of my windows is tinted
We poppin' a n***a, we flexin'
My codiene it's comin' from Texas
I got prismatic diamonds on my necklace
He go over the head and I catch it
I ain't gettin' no sleep so I'm restless
I'm on cloud nine, n***a, I be geeked
I'ma take a truck to Eliante and put diamonds in my teeth
I'ma make shawty my Beyonce, I'ma be your Jay-Z
I got chopsticks like karate, my swag come from overseas
Yeah, watch how we on, yeah, watch how we on
Now we in the zone, now we trained to blow
This is how we roll, wipe a n***a nose
Kick a n***a door, b***h get on the floor, set


No bap, no bap
Yeah, I got the dope that come out the city
I got the money in my pants, they come real fast, shit, we rock out the bitty
Hey, we on the road to London
Hit so hard what you know 'bout it bummy
Put you in whatever she wants
I got the birds that come out the boat
Ain't never letting my partners, nobody bust down a bag
I got to hit the road shit, it's stuck up the stash
Hey, I got to keep my head up, swear I'm the same n***a
Pop out, yeah, with the same n****s
**** what they say not recruitin' no n***a


Five
**** what they say not recruitin' no n***a
Five
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