42 Dugg — Free Dem Boyz

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Bitches always talkin’ ’bout what they gon’ do
Who they wan’ fuck with ’cause of this and that
«Oh, he too young, oh, he ain’t makin’ nothin’»
Bitch, we young and turnt on this side, ask about us
Yeah, grown man
Forever throwin’ his 4’s, but he his own man
Heard both her ex was swipers, she love scammers, we got phones in
Wrong scam
Free them boys, we got ‘bows in, bitch
If he ain’t with me now, he told then, snitch
All the real drugs get drove in whips
Fuck whoever, on my mama, we the ones who run the 6
Free them boys, we got ‘bows in, bitch
If he ain’t with me now, he told then, snitch
All the real drugs get drove in whips
Fuck whoever, on my nigga Nef, bitch, I run the 6
I get active still, my label know (CMG), yeah
Just three months ago, y’all hated 4’s, ow
Fuck the opps, doggy, I hate them hoes, facts (Bitch)

I can’t even shop at Neimans, every nigga with me got a sack
Every nigga with me movin’ somethin’
Send them ‘bows, I can move two hundred
Send them beans, I can move ’bout a thousand
Still bustin’ juggs, nigga, on my mama
Still in the hood, know they seen that track
Just lost five hundred, gotta get back
If I don’t, nigga, somethin’ gettin’ whacked
I put that on Woody or I put that on Mac
I want no beef, nigga, where that chicken?
Big boy Harley, yeah, it’s sittin’ on sixes
R.I.P. SJ, whole city miss you
Probaby caught me on Pierson with all my thugs
At least six hundred, nigga, all off drugs
Do no cappin’ (Nope)
Whole gang ’bout action (What else?)
Run off, we’ll catch you (Come here)
Free them boys, we got ‘bows in, bitch
If he ain’t with me now, he told then, snitch
All the real drugs get drove in whips
Fuck whoever, on my mama, we the ones who run the 6

Free them boys, we got ‘bows in, bitch
If he ain’t with me now, he told then, snitch
All the real drugs get drove in whips
Fuck whoever, on my nigga Nef, bitch, I run the 6
Ayy, we don’t give a fuck about nobody
Last four weeks, we done caught four bodies
All white on, runnin’ with Yo Gotti
On the East, doggy, or I’m in the O probably
Rose gold, I don’t never wear Foamposites
Two bad bitches with me and they both solid
Got my degree in the hood, I don’t know college
My son gon’ graduate, nigga, and I bet that
In the club where you’ll get left at

It ain’t Fentanyl, cut it, don’t stretch that
Matter fact, test that shit
Tryna tell you I trust that bitch
We kill niggas, we don’t hit no licks (At all)
I’m lyin’, ho, my niggas be robbin’
We don’t talk, bitch, my niggas got problems
4 Gang, they’ll kill your honor
Yeah, I love, but won’t make no promise (Nope)
Felt I’d blow, but I ain’t Osama (Boom)
41, bitch, Barack Obama
Get a lit one

Which one, nigga? Yeah, pick one
Hope all my niggas get one
Help all my niggas get money
For life, nigga, not just this summer (For life)
Free them boys, we got ‘bows in, bitch
If he ain’t with me now, he told then, snitch
All the real drugs get drove in whips
Fuck whoever, on my mama, we the ones who run the 6
Free them boys, we got ‘bows in, bitch
If he ain’t with me now, he told then, snitch
All the real drugs get drove in whips
Fuck whoever, on my nigga Nef, bitch, I run the 6

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