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Free Shiesty

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(According to a spokesman)
(Ayo Manz)
(6)
Stolen car, ridin' with my niggas, shootin' buckets (Ay)
Glock in my Amiris, I'll set it off it public (Uh)
Sippin' Wokiana, Dr. Pepper extra muddy (Uh)
Bitch I'm super slimy
Free Pooh Shiesty, better not trust me (Pooh Shiesty)
Bogetti Chains hang, Cartier, my shit bussin'
On the road doin' shows, but big A [?] (A [?])
Remember I was broke, Air Force 1s they was dusty
If you play with my heart, eighteen-wheeler, keep it truckin'
Doing voodoo shout-out magic, flippin' shit like acrobatics (Ay)
Ride with assassins, hope out jumping just like rabbits
Just like Webbie I'm a savage, if it's smoke I let you have it
Out in public check your static, heard he died bout a status (damn)
I been gettin' busy in the big F-150 (Uh)
VΠ΅rt got a Hemi, got me speedin' past the limit (Ay)
I just spot a opp, drop thΠ΅ top, let's get busy (Grrah)
Speed in the coupe, out the roof, when we spinnin' (Grrah)
Think I own a farm, I got birds, ducks, and chickens (chickens)
Pray to God daily cause I know He see me sinnin' (sinnin')
Thanking God daily, He the reason why I'm winnin' (No cap)
Just put on my switch (ftt, ftt) now it's a semi
Last nigga died all that motherfuckin' dissing
Rebecca overdosed in that motherfuckin' kitchen (Rebecca)
These niggas act like hoes, they some undercover bitches
That nigga gave a statement, he a undercover witness
Got a big ass Glock and that bitch beatbox
Bartender we got shots, Janitor we got mops
We the reason that the city litty, we got this bitch hot
We the reason that they sinnin', spinnin', cause they homie dropped
Sliding back to back, we back to back, we back to back (Back)
Mack in the hat, say he a shooter but he shat
Two-forty on the dash, sports mode in the skat (skrrt)
It's all fun and games till we turn you to a pack (No cap)
This shit voodoo, this shit magic, how my dog turn rat?
This shit tragic, this shit magic, how a snake turn cat?
(Uh) When I'm in the booth, speak the truth, all facts
(Ay) Stressing, free JB, nigga free Lil Cracka Jack
(All of the head freestyle)

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