Songtexte Free Dem Boyz - 42 Dugg

Always talkin' 'bout what they gon' do
Who they gon' fuck with
'Cause of this and that
Oh, he too young (Cody)
Oh, he ain't makin' nothin'
Bitch, we young and turnt, on they sad ass about us
Yeah, grown man forever throwin' his 4s, but he his own man
Heard both her ex was swipers, she love scammers
We got phones in, wrong scam (You know how the kid play)

Free them boys, we got 'bows in
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
If he ain't with me now, he told then, snitch
All the real drugs get drove in, whips
Fuck whoever, all my niggas and their bitches, I run the 6

I get active still, my label know (CMG)
Yeah, just three months ago, y'all hated folks

How? Fuck the opps, doggy, I hate them motherfuckers, facts
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, niggas come get whacked
I put that on Woody or I put that on Mac
I don't want no bitch nigga, where that chicken?
Big boy Harley, yeah, sittin' on sixes

R.I.P. SJ, whole city miss you
'Bout to cop me a Pearson with all my thugs
At least six hundred, nigga, all off drugs
Don't do no cappin', fuck game 'bout action
Run off, we'll catch you

Free them boys, we got 'bows in
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
If he ain't with me now, he told then, snitch
All the real drugs get drove in, whips
Fuck whoever, all my niggas and their bitches, I run the 6

Ayy, we don't give a fuck about nobody
Last four weeks, we done caught four bodies
All white, I'm runnin' with Yo Gotti
You on the East, doggy, or I'm in the O, probably
Rose gold on, never wear Foamposites
Two bad bitches with me and they both solid
Got my degree in the hood, I don't know college
But my son gon' graduate, nigga, and I bet that
In the club where you'll get left at

It ain't fentanyl 'cause they don't stretch that
Matter fact, test that, nigga
Tryna tell you I don't trust that, bitch
We kill niggas, we don't hit no licks
I'm like all my niggas robbin'

Real talk, these niggas got problems

4 Gang, they'll kill your honor
Y'all love goons, make no promise

Finna blow, but I ain't Osama

Forty-one, 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, bitch, not just this summer

Free them boys, we got 'bows in
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
If he ain't with me now, he told then, snitch
All the real drugs get drove in, whips
Fuck whoever, all my niggas and their bitches, I run the 6