42 Dugg - Free Me Lyrics

(Antt did the track)
Free dem boys, free dem boys
Let me show you how life works, guns with the shit (Beat Gang)
Ayy

My youngin' caught a L, of course I'm makin' that knife work
'Cause ain't no guns in that bitch
I seen a nigga get a L before he got his life
I know a nigga got a deal but then he got indicted
Ain't no point in even fightin', "Yeah, I did that, judge"
After what happened to Doggy, bitch, I been back thuggin'
I can't really talk on phones, just send five of 'em for me
And I ain't puttin' paper on shit, I go handle 'em for me
I'm from the East side, look up the street signs, we made it
When Reece died, I seen them real niggas was fakin'
And I keep five hunnid in small bills for Baby
Never turn my back on my brother, mama, I love you
Half a million on a house, Val took care of me
Real niggas winnin', bitch, so I took care of the streets
Last of a dyin' breed, I still be buyin' lean
I stopped textin' my BM just to let her find peace

Yeah, I let my bitch count a half a ticket when she stressed out
Niggas know who run the city, pick your best five
How the fuck you bust a Richard down with SIs?
How much a, yeah, one point VV?
Free dem boys, Dickie fits all on TV
Always yellin', "Free mine," never, "Free me," they need me
Tell her let me make her love me, I hate the nigga she fuckin'

Inventory, seven hunnid, I got one on the way
Condo for fuckin' bitches probably furnished by Baby
See, I grew up around killers (killers), robbers (robbers)
Jackson moonwalkin' around this beat, R.I.P. Michael Jackson
I ain't ever paid no taxes, all I know about is ashin'
Bring the ho up out Samantha, I want her to fuck with Tony
Still'll pull up in the Zone, I ain't squashin' shit with Quan'
What the fuck do y'all be on? I swear I see too many cameras
Bitch, you know that shit was bammer, turned a model to a dancer
I ain't stoppin' 'til they hear, I pop off more than veneers
On the 6, you know it's serious, how you know? 'Cause bitch, I'm here
A lot a money, a lot of jewelry, we ain't trippin' on you, period

Yeah, I let my bitch count a half a ticket when she stressed out
Niggas know who run the city, pick your best five
How the fuck you bust a Richard down with SIs?
How much a, yeah, one point VV?
Free dem boys, Dickie fits all on TV
Always yellin', "Free mine," never, "Free me," they need me
Tell her let me make her love me, I hate the nigga she fuckin'

(Beat Gang)