BIG30 ft. Big Homiie G - Free Shiesty Lyrics

Blrrrd
Blrrrd-blrrrd
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd-blrrrd
Glock came with a switch
If you diss you get baptized, bitch (free Shiesty)
(Once again I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit)
Blrrrd, blrrrd (woah)
Free Shiesty, nigga

Glock came with a switch
If you diss you get baptized, bitch
See the opps then I'm firin'
I ain't never spared shit
I'm from the bottom they know where I'm comin' from (blrrrd)
I put a AP on my arm (blrrrd-blrrrd)
Ain't got a safety on my gun
I load a fifty in my drum (yeah)

I'm on the block with the straps, got a lot of guns (block)
I put a fifty on a Tommy gun (shots)
Crippin' to death, throw up C with the left (Crip)
And throw up BK with the other arm (slob)
Come to my hood, get a P, we got underarm (gas)
Really can get you a hunnid of 'em (gas, gas)
Reach for my chain and slumpin' some' (murder, muder, murder)
Put that on my two lil' girls and my only son

He not a member, he not one
Saw the opps he ain't drop one (nah, yeah)
Hellcat red key sports mode when the cops come (vroom, flushed 'em)
She a ho she gone fuck some'
How I know 'cause I bust some'
Clutchin', I'on't trust none
Bet I teach, then I flush some' (ayy)

Cartier, AP, Rollie (ice, ice)
Blrrrd ring, I'm icy
Fucked his bitch, took his shit (blrrrd, blrrrd)
Slimed him out and told 'em, "Free Shiesty"
Amiri jeans, Glock tucked (sauce, sauce)
Fitted hat cocked with a white tee (strapped)
Street nigga go cross the globe with a gun and no ID

You ain't gotta like me (nah)
I get a check like I'm Nike (yeah)
I still shop with a booster, she strikin' (woah)
I put the year on the streets with a title (skrrt)
I'm out the gates, I done turnt to a idol (woah)
I'm in this 'Cat but it's really a striker (ooh)
I keep that fire, I ain't talkin' no lighter (bah)
I just might fly the bitch out 'cause I like her

I just might fly a bitch out 'cause I like her (I might)
I just might fly a bitch out just to fuck (to fuck)
I'm in Milwaukee shootin' dice with Giannis (Milwaukee)
Just made $50K 'cause I bet on the Bucks (it's up)
CEO status, know I'on't give a fuck (a fuck)
Slidin' with them shots fuck a bulletproof truck (blrrrd, blrrrd)
I po'd a four in a twenty ounce high as a tree house (Wock', Wock')
This a thousand dollar cup (Wock', Wock', Wock')