Free Shiest

[Intro]
(Damn, Tye, you made this bitch too?)
You dig?
(The fuck got into you?)
They dig what I'm sayin', man
Shout out my lil' brothers too

[Verse 1]
I really got that big blrrrd like 30 and Shiesty (Blrrrd)
I really was part of the Brick Squad before I met So Icy (Burr)
He tried to shop, we took his ass, he greener than a Heini' (Yeah)
Couldn't give that nigga no verse, 'cause I ain't want his ass to like me (Fuck that nigga)
I'm rockin' all these skateboard shoes 'cause I been grindin' (Yeah)
I been ballin' for a minute, ain't got no job like I'm Tommy (Yeah)
I'm pullin' the off-white off the stove, Top Ramen (What?)
I'm pullin' the off-white off the stove, Top Ramen (Skrrt, skrrt)
If I show this bitch this money, she gon' go from nice to naughty (Yeah)
I'm the head of the family now, I feel like Mike from Godfather (No cap)
I'm off them drugs, I doubled up, I feel like Oscar Robertson (Woo)
This lil' bitch dig my swag so much, I damn near could hide a body (Woo)
We ain't even fuck your bitch, we used her pussy hide narcotics (Yeah)
Press that nigga so hard, he damn near wanna stop the violence (Yeah)
I'm thinkin' 'bout killin' the boss and takin' his place, John Gotti (Slime)
I'm rockin' the buffs on tint so I can see who don't like my posse (See y'all niggas)
All the shit in my pocket blue just like an M-box Roxy (Yeah)
I fucked her and cut her off, she screamin', "I hate you," like Taraji (I hate you)
He so sick 'bout his bitch, he tellin' niggas he gon' rob 'em (What?)
I sold dope with my daddy and turned in giffies with my mommy
Why the fuck y'all lil' niggas out here wastin' y'all time shootin' up housing?
Man, I hope that bitch don't fall in love, my heart like the Rocky Mountains (Yeah)
She like how I spread that money, it get her wetter than Dasani (What?)
I taught this nigga so much, I should be working at a college

[Interlude]
This ain't—

[Verse 2]
I ain't the type of nigga to be comin' for
I been major league, stealin' bases and runnin' home
I done drove through a lot of states with that motherload
Trust me, nigga, I would've knew your name if it was something to know
That last lil' money you got to your name in my styrofoam
Ever since your bitch linked up with gang, she cut off her phone
You better have an army when you come, boy, don't slide alone
I'm a real lord, silly threats hit my funny bone