FreeLilRoy – GlokkNine

Ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah yeah, c’mon…

I just want the money bags, I’m screamin’ free Lil Yo
Ayy, just want the dough, I be scheming on the low, yeah
What he on? ’cause really we don’t know
I told Lil Roy to get the door, two-two-three, bitch hit the floor
Uh, ayy, spin his block
Ayy, let off some shots, yeah
That ain’t your nigga if y’all never bumped it out, okay
They gon’ run with that, now watch ’em run with this
Thirty totin’ and I’m down to blitz
Head first, I hit him in his shit
That ain’t my nigga jit, that ain’t my fuckin’ kid
Free my nigga, let him out the pen
Hard head and I be going in
Fourteen hundred jit and I can’t fuckin’ switch
Totin’ tools, yup, heavy sticks
Kel-Tec with a stupid kick
I be kicking shit like karate kid
Chop him up and watch his body split
I got some young niggas really with the shit
Grew up without a father, bastard child from the Bricks
Left pepper by the door, yeah, we just hit, can’t trace the scent
Cracker blitz by six and when I hit need every scent
I’m strikin’ pointin’ windows, forty hit you like a bitch
I had to wait in line for this, Glock say twenty-six, yeah
Chopper eat your block like some sushi, sleep with fish
Drum with fifty shots and the beam came with the stick
I don’t want the bop, man all she for is eatin’ dick, ayy, yeah
Come on, all she for is eatin’ dick, ayy yeah