Free Shots

Who got the drums? Beat them drums for me, nigga
Oh Lord, oh Lord, my Lord, my Lord (Conductor, we have a problem)
Mhm, oh, my Lord, not just tonight
Oh Lord, oh Lord, my Lord, my Lord
Mhm, oh, my Lord, not just tonight

Ayo, Margielas with the zip-ons, blue tints and chit
Phones (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Needle flip phones, rose gold wrist on
Even in hell flames, I wouldn't even piss on
My shooter get his sniff on (Sniff), bricks still live on
Legendary numbers, yo, my plug need a statue
Next to the stove, the torch in the bathroom
Chainsaw the body, left his arm in the sink
You might miss somethin' if you blink, let it sink
Lamborghini Jeep, kept the doors off in Costa Rica (Skrrt)
Hopped out, Canali gloves on the street sweeper
Out of sight, out of mind, that's why I stay tree-toppin'
Tell the haters suck a dick, I hope they keep watchin'

Yeah, muffler on the sub sound like
Doug E. Fresh beatboxin' (Conductor)
Yeah, sellin' fent', I had the fiends detoxin' (Uh-huh)
The MAC shotty four pound, I got three options (I got options)
The shorts cash skin, nickname Sebastian (Uh-huh)
Two hundred pies in my glory, let me bask in (Cash)
Uh, you ever made racks out a trap house? (What else?)
My homie in the Supermax, 'til he max out (Free my nigga)
Had my bitch countin' money 'til she passed out
So much money, hundred dollar bills I could pass out
Still got some bricks left from the last drought (Ah)
Uh, before she ate my dick, she took her lash out (Ah)
A pussy nigga get me mad, I'ma lash out (Uh-huh)
We gon' smoke them niggas, then stab out, Machine

Ayo, ayo, look, those niggas, those is lil' niggas, man
Don't forget that, nigga
Those niggas, those niggas, them niggas is lil' niggas to us
Ballin'-ass bitch
What's happenin'?