FUR FREE

[Verse 1: Fly Velo]
Ayo
Grrr

Stacking up all these plays I'm looking like Hugh Hefner
She saying the babies mine bitch I never met ya
Run my pockets bitch, ima boutta finesse ya
I'm at the fucking bins playing dress up

Ah
I told the bitch we can't fuck for free
I told that bitch she can't fuck with me
Out in Paris fashion week
She hit the snow I ain't talking skis

Syracuse Supreme in my Carhart Jeans
The pack touch down its reaching the fiends

Just let it ride

When this album drop its gon be a banger
I'm in my yacht on my hanger

Mhm
Yeah
Grrrr
Doot Doot Doot Doot

[Verse 2: Kiyarts]
Selling white to fiends like im Cooper DeJean
I'm ain't even love the bitch she ain't get a ring
I just fucked her for the summer call that shit a fling
Blue Faces in my pocket but this paper green (green)

Call up Philly let the beat ride out
You a fucking bum making pizzas Little Ceasers now
2025 we finna fucking sell arenas out
All these bitches fuck me cuz I flaunt my Jesus pieces now

And that's it