Free Game

[B Eazy the DJ]
Yeah yeah yeah! LA what’s happening?
It’s ya boy B Eazy The DJ and I been getting a lot of requests for this new song
It’s called Free Game by Zoe Osama and It’s fo' sho' something you gon' be slappin' in your ride
You heard it here first on Eazy Talk Radio, let’s get it!

[Zoe Osama]
Nigga don't trip, all these gang bitches really up
Slide down yo block, catch a opp and beat this nigga up
9th Street give it up, most you niggas weird as fuck
See a nigga slipping, I don't feel 'em, I’mma hit 'em up
HUH? Niggas say slide handle business then you do it for the gangsta
For your name, you gotta spend again
My niggas keep telling me that I won, I wanna win again
Niggas getting whacked, well they had to, better think again
You can get hit 9 times, this ain't Many Men
Have my niggas sliding down your block in a minivan
Niggas keep speaking on my name, what? Come again
I'mma show my ass to the world like it's Only Fans
GANG! Go worry 'bout yourself, this ain't my only plan
I'mma stand all by myself, I'm my only man
Bitch, I'm married to the whole gang, yeah we holding hands
I can get a check by myself, I don't need no friends
How you say you on but you ain't never touched a hundred band?
How you say you real if you snitch and you took a stand?
How you get called from three blocks but you out again?
Niggas better watch these fuck niggas, they is not your friends
GANG! close the back door, don't let the fakes in
I'm around beef with a nigga that I'm better than
Bitch kick rocks, hold still like the letter man
Jimmy Neutron on your bitch gotta jet again
Niggas said he on demon time, well I'm the devil then
Put a nigga face in the dirt, bring the shovel in
Please get your bitch off my dick 'fore you get hurt again
Blowing up my phone, look… nigga now she go again
CRAZY! Lot of niggas mad cause I made it
I ride by myself with my gun all safely
Aight, you got the same 24 but you lazy
Niggas'll sit up on they ass and be complaining
Aye look, I just want the money, wanna be famous
I don't want the world, I want the paper
I don't want friends, I want haters
That's a free game, thank me later
Aight yeah, they all talk your name and need a favor
Pillow talking on my dick, that ain't player
Man, I'm shitting on these niggas, where the paper?
I’ll run a nigga up like a taper
I’m from the 9, you can tell by how I walk
These niggas bitches, I can tell by how they talk
I wouldn't post that on the gram, that ain't smart
And don't say niggas snitching when you caught
DUMMY! Niggas'll sell they ass for some money
And get verified and start acting funny
CLUMSY! I'mma need more than a hundred
And you ain’t gotta tip your change cause I don’t want it
Aye, they don't like when I talk cause it’s blunting
I’mma say what I feel, I ain’t stunting
I’m the same nigga, ain't changed nothing
It’s the game, you got a problem, say something
I could change two bricks for two onions
You know the motto, you get caught, don’t saying nothing
Dissing my hood up in your songs, your day coming
I got his license plate, I’m tryna tape something
New hollows in my Glock, I face someone
But I’m East and he ain’t never see it coming
Hit a nigga in his head, in his stomach
And have a nigga body stanking like some onions, dummy!

[Outro]
Leave a nigga body stanking like some onions, dummy
(Tha New Cartel Music)
Cocaine, bitch you know how we coming, dummy
We gon' hit ‘em up, gang, we gon' wet ‘em up
Niggas know my gang, you know the gang
I’ll hit you up, dummy
How you diss the hood? You never seeing it though
These niggas funny
You know the squad, you know the game
Bitch, you know how we coming
How you dissing on the hood? You never seeing it though, funny