Free Al Pac

[Hook : Max B] I said we do what we do What we want, we want Want, we want Want, we want I said we move what we move When we want, we want Want, we want Want, we want P.O. roll me blunts, me blunts Blunts, me blunts Blunts, me blunts Waiting for the day they'll free Al Peezly [Verse 1: Max B] The Trey pound let off like Thunder you never heard of Know I had to slap a little Mustard on the burger Murder Bullets turn your insides to Gerber Furthermore Promise to never love a whore I was little big like Napoleon Heard you did a little freestyle for Nickelodeon No jail ain't goin' hold me in I was shipped out 10 times shackled to the limbs I managed to keep a pair of Timbs Head cooked Fuck with fed, grand get your head took Simple and plain They said I'll never rap again Pack the mac again Cause there's beef with these bitch niggas from BK Wavy is a cliche He say, she say Fuck all the small talk He spray, we spray I'm about to hit Boardwalk, Park Place Got it all already just a couple more rolls of defeat Biggaveli, you too street Two seats left in the back of the Sedandy The trucks is colory Drops like candy, handy Whores wanna soothe and spoil me Made frosty, the cock is cholesterol-free Lil ma, come and get a lick You can have some I ain't like that I'm going but I'll be right back Light that sour Put it in the air Fuck is you niggas talkin', it's Gain Greene, yeah (oww) [Hook] [Verse 2: French Montana] Lungs full of sour Cup full of liquor The hood got love for a nigga Coke Wave Macaroni with da Cheese Fly by, new ride, that's a 100 G's Bitch please My style awkward, Southpaw Still make it rain nigga, indoor, outdoor South Shore, beach house Max bring the freaks out French Montana sell the seats out You can't blackball me Weak nigga My money long You'll be counting it for weeks nigga You see them undercovers watchin' us wired You was home under covers, watching The Wire Messiah, CT, ridin' a Z3 Blurrin' niggas, my shit 3-D I'm a beast in the streets where I lay my head For 5 G's, them YG'z, plate ya head [Hook] [Verse 3: Mak Mustard] Cock it, blast a 9 mill Until I get this cash, I will not chill Cops is on my ass, I will not appeal Everyday is independence day Trust me I'm not Will I get more then jiggy with it Rugged and gritty with it Better stay low when you get it Cause most these niggas is bitches Get cut short like midgets But listen, cause the minute you're indecisive You're lifeless We got the will to be last clique standin', that's priceless Heart colder than Isis Got the hood locked, with no badges and nightsticks Automatics and ice picks From the morning to night shift Heavy for this fetty If it ain't fifths and dezys My niggas tossin' machetes, we ready It's Gain Greene, my niggas get it in Hell, he was [?] Look how we fittin' in When he talk to the beat He can't walk through the streets Make niggas look at the floor When they talkin' to me (Gain Greene) [Hook]