Free Hank (feat. Pooh Shiesty & Roboy) E

Yeah, Uh, Yeah, yeah. Trappin' Ain't dead, these niggas just scared, they tell and They run to the feds. Chain over your eyes, I'm like, "Lil' bitch, I'm high, can't you tell That I'm full of them meds?" We are down On the scoreboard, you gotta forfeit, all of your Niggas is dead. Go get your hoe back, that Pussy throw back, blow me up, hit me, I Leave her on read. I fuck on your bitch, I don't lay up. I'm rollin' on X just To stay up. Skinny bitch, but you see that My weight up. Tryna fuck you right now, I Don't wait up. Bitch, I'm blood, I been runnin' That cake up. My ice speakin' Swarm, I don't Say much. Bitch, I'm MVP still, I don't play Much. TT's on the Glock, these ain't no A-cups, Woah. They know ain't no hoe in my blood. My dad ain't your uncle, so I ain't your Cuz. And you know the old me, so don't Approach me, nigga, this ain't what it was. They mad that done robbed my sack of racks, So I earned this shit out the mud. Cross me and I gotta get payback, no, you Can't pay that, I want it in blood. Free Hank 'til my brother come home, or sell A stick, grip on that chrome, ugh. Bitches sellin' they cat, I songs, I rather that Stack on my phone. I cannot make this shit Up. Boy, your ass limp, can't get up. Do this shit for my mama, can't give up. Niggas fake, cross they ass out the picture. I be full of this juice like a pizza. You an opp now, it ain't nothin' with ya. Yeah, it's all fun and games 'til we get Up. Ain't no competition, so just give up. Your lil' girlfriend gon' die if she eat up. Bad lil' bitch with a magazine, no pages. You lil' nigga be broke, makin' no wages. Bitch, go talk to God if you need savin'. Told the choppa with a bark, got cable. Tried to run up, now disabled. Drop Body and T my label. I ain't do it myself, I paid 'em. Every gun got a drum and a laser. Your shooter ain't shit, just a traitor. He got hit up close, cremated. Them niggas wasn't totin' Drac' 'til I made 'em. Yeah, F&N on the stove when I cook up. Hundred deep at the show when they book us. Gave him two to the chest, can't sit up. I told Chan keep shootin', might get up. If you with me, I know I'm the middle. DOA, he couldn't get to the hospital. FOA run three, four killers. After this four, I'ma need a new liver. Let's go. Hit the club out of my body, Ain't ain't worry about it 'cause I brought them Killings in here. I ain't with all of that Talkin', as soon as he start it, bet I'ma Finish it here. Whole lotta water on me. Diamonds dancin' like the Harlem Shake. Put a nigga tech on E. If they got Some, we gon' off his face. My shooter one call away, this shit get ruthless. Goin' hard, no play, we ballin' all the way And we ain't hoopin'. Stand up, nigga, I'm a Lion like Lucius. Stupid, if you think I'm lovin' These groupies. Use it, if you say you packin', Your tool is losin'. Nigga, that's somethin' I ain't Doin'.