Letra de Free Smoke - Foolio

(Feat. G Herbo)

Ayo, Kutoff

Ayy

Hey, it's 2021 (Ayy) but we in 2022 already, ayy

Ooh, it's Wavy808

Big six, back on that same shit

1646 Brick Baby

Brr, bup

Ayy, nigga, ayy

What's goin' on? (Grrah, grrah, grrah)

Six (Bah, bah)

Handin' out all smoke, nigga

'Dats rule one (Six)

You gon' respect these guns

I got Bibby on my mind, steppin' for that boy Osama

That nigga dropped a diss about me, but know I'm the one who shot 'em

Every time a new opp die, we hit the club and pop some bottles

Checkin' all these niggas temples 'till they claimin' that Impala

On the Six wit' them robbers, they the ones who rob the robbers

Point a finger and they drop 'em, I'm original Don Dada

Catchin' feelin's for my Glock, but still in love with this new choppa

Ask the city, know we litty, we the ones who catchin' bodies

The other side, they ain't on shit

Dissin' 8, he got me pissed

Swang on me, he shot and missed

I'm shootin' back, he dropped his stick

I put a Carti' on my wrist

I put some bundles on yo' bitch

My shooter told me, "Drop a bag,"

He takin' each and every hit

Glock 23 in arm reach

Got 23's on my feet

You can duck from everything, but you can't duck this ARP

Bro watch that cut, watch that street

On that car, on that Jeep

Hit a boss in a Hellcat, I damn near wrecked the SRT

Quarter million worth of diamonds, this shit cost yo' life insurance

Every Glock come wit' a switch, you know I like my bitches foreign

I heard the boss tried to run, they left his head all on a horn

I ain't checkin' in no city, why you think we buyin' guns?

Bitch, I'm runnin' to that loot

Like Tupac, I got the juice

I heard you talkin' like these hoes, outchere lackin', movin' loose

Rap cappin' in the booth

Hoppin' out that two-door coupe

All I wear is hangin' out then sendin' shots all out the roof

Joke, I'm givin' out free smoke

That hoe just dropped yo' lo'

And my killas on go

Nigga, it's smoke

Rule one, don't try to beef if y'ain't got no guns

Rule two, don't start no war if y'ain't got no funds

Rule three, be loyal to yo' loved ones

Rule four, nigga, get the job done

Jump-Out Gang

Blitz Gang

Drench Gang

No Limit Gang

Pistol Gang

No high sound when that switch flame

Dead opps, which names?

Full court press, they switch gangs

All through the 'Raq, know I do my thing

Still pop out with like six chains

Catch 'em outside, flip 'em frown, what?

Harold's, chicken wing

Talkin' 'bout slidin', knowin' they dyin'

Fuck niggas rap 'bout anything

Dissin' the guys, know we gon' find 'em

Hoes droppin' lo's, we know where they hidin'

Go wait in line, it's a matter of time

Catch niggas right where they momma residin', uh

Joke, givin' out free smoke

That hoe just dropped yo' lo'

And my killas on go

Nigga, it's smoke

Rule one, don't try to beef if y'ain't got no guns

Rule two, don't start no war if y'ain't got no funds

Rule three, be loyal to yo' loved ones

Rule four, nigga, get the job done

I ain't beefin' wit' no rats

Get that bag, I drop them racks

Told lil' bro, "Go catch a hat"

Nigga know I'm speakin' facts

Bibby died, it wasn't no sleep

Out all week, slidin' back to back

I was losin' focus, like, "Fuck rap

Until I get a fuck nigga smacked"

Nigga, I ain't catchin' no feelin's

Shootin' up the whole city

Murda' one for lil' Bibby

Nigga know I'm a villain

Committin' all these killin's

Prayin', God forgive me

I know he see me sinnin'

At the same time, I'm winnin'

Joke, givin' out free smoke

That hoe just dropped yo' lo'

And my killas on go

Nigga, it's smoke

Rule one, don't try to beef if y'ain't got no guns

Rule two, don't start no war if y'ain't got no funds

Rule three, be loyal to yo' loved ones

Rule four, nigga, get the job done

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