Lyrics Fresh Out - Berry B

Berry B an I'm wit my brother bankroll
Free ya bitch the gang nga Free my brother bankroll
Free my nephew rozay Dennis Rodman we on bullshit
My niggas raising hell til they free my brother Pizz bitch
No cuffin these bitches want the money an da fame I jus fuck em
These hoes a set you up I can't love em I don't trust em
I could've fucked yo bestie bitch I could've fucked yo cousin
These hoes I jus cut em shit they coming by the dozen (No cuffin)
Free My Brother Pizz on the mob ima hold it down
Talking on the gram niggas see me they ain't make a sound
Tryna cross game this ain't checkers dats a bad move
I'm married to the money nigga bitches they can get it too
1453 on da gang my nigga stepping
I'm smoking on exotic got me higher than the jeston
They locking up my people got a young nigga stressing
It's Free ya bitch the gang niggas know that's what I'm reppin
They done locked my nephew John John free dat boy rozaay
They done locked my brother Pizz on da mob free da gang
Nigga screaming fuck 12 free my niggas out that jam quick
Berry B my name yelling free my brother Pizz bitch
Free My Brother Brother Pizz bitch
It's free ya bitch da gang we be yangin since 09
Cal said fuck being humble nigga dis yo time
Gotta keep a tunnel vision gotta stay up on my grind
Nigga feeling like I'm melly I got murder on my mind
Free my ngas out that slammer yea da gang bouta raise hell
Stacking up that bread so my niggas they could make bail
I'm bouta do the dash ain't no sonic but I'm fly like tails
Free Ya Bitch da gang all my niggas on dat dumb shit
Knock a nigga bitch now she sending me the funds quick
3 50's yea we sliding lil niggas bout smash shit
I'm tryna fly private overseas wit a bad bitch
Berry B my name nigga free my brother bankroll
Free ya bitch da gang young niggas chasing bankrolls
Free my nephew rozay Dennis Rodman we on bullshit
My niggas rasing hell til they free my brother Pizz bitch

Look
An we fresh out with this shit nigga (It's Pizz In Dis MF)
I said I'm back baby in the booth let me talk my shit
Running through the 6 with a brick an a chop that kick
Yang gang niggas call me Soulja cause my chain swang
Niggas stay pointing fingers but they gang bang
I'm In the field like I'm randy get my roll on
They say the bag on the way I had to go long
Hold on stop the beat get my swerve on freak bitch
Tryna lick my balls im like which one
Treat this dick like a vette an push that top back
I heard they spinned on y'all block an y'all ain't shot back
Put a 50 on a glock that bitch twerking forever
Had to put my ice on to switch up the weather
Treat this dick like yo stomach hoe suck it in
My mama dropped me on my head im the evil twin
Bread over beef and make a burger out this bitch
Niggas acting bulletproof like these bullets ain't gone hit
Look I don't call my bitches bitches Ima gentleman
Fly young nigga off that juice it's my medicine
We ain't tripping on no opps them niggas heaven sent
My bad them niggas dead an we gone leave em there
Choppa get to spitting Hail Mary GET OVER HERE
My bad them niggas dead an we gone leave em there
Choppa get to spitting Hail Mary GET OVER HERE