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22 42 Dugg Feat. Est Gee - Free The Shiners
DJ Cinemax
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(Look out, Veno)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, mm
Hop out with the chop out at my opp house (at my opp house)
Niggas swear they don't fuck with 12, be tryna cop out
Drive bounce, smellin' what I'm cookin', put the rock down
Thot bitch used to fuck with us, she a opp now
Block bitch, fuckin' B, her excuse: she sellin' them beans
Who want 'em for 17? A thousand under 11 Gs
If check, exotic? Nah nigga, meth? Yes
Rapper where? I sell dog and I'm not embarrassed
Stress press, circle squares, and that's a solid rep
Quarter large, this bitch hittin' hard she tryin' not to stare
I don't care, I done dumped on niggas with they mama there
I'ma jump out first, you know I never been no follower
I saved her under "Swallower"
Supreme Trues, Prada purse
I don't trust a bitch, so if I slip my youngins still alert
Rappers second, killer first
My opps probably invented shirts
What's the next? Still in the dirt
Lil' homie and cousin, I'm young, thuggin'
Big Sprites, they muddy, 12 uncles, they nutty
We been killin' for money
Yeah, we been killin' for nothin', bare face in public
Let's get back for out brother, nigga better not ask for nothin'
Back up, better not touch me, niggas get killed for clutchin'
Niggas die before they blink they eyes, ain't even see me up in here
Was fire, damn near crossed my eyes, I ain't even get to fuck her
I was high, we just met one time, I told this bitch I love her
And I told this bitch just fuck her
Can't get me, gotta do my brother
Count to three, at three I'm dumpin'
Bumpin', jumpin', fuck 'em, slump 'em
Been yellin', "Free RIC", I'm still yellin', "Free me"
E (E), S (S), T (T), free the shiners, exotic weed, got Cs, I ain't ban it
Fuck niggas been tryin' me, ain't no put it behind me
I'm on this shit for real, ain't jumpin on no deals
Before I was countin' Ms, I was keepin' up with drills
I know what you ain't did
And I know that you ain't built for smoke
So, why you playin' with a nigga who done killed before?
We still young, thuggin'
Yellin', "Free all my brothers" (yeah), yellin', "Free all the shiners"
Indicted for wearin' diamonds, fuck 'em, yeah
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