Free 5

[Verse] Free my dog out that cage Walk you down with that K Shoot you dead in your face Don't give a fuck it's broad day SKRRT SKRRT, getting away Hitting the corner I'm jumping out It's a gleam on the Glock I'm walking him down Grr, grr, grr, bow! They like Papi too turnt Seen him bust a U-turn Aye cuz come here where the fuck you going Grr-rrr, keep going Put that pistol on a nigga If I got a issue on a nigga I get to tripping on a nigga Stick do Jiujitsu on a nigga 1-7-3-8 what I'm sipping Jump out the car and get my victim Don't give a fuck about no rap check Brodie bought a slab on CashApp My manager bitching 'bout his taxes Got too much money in the bank I used to be broke and fucked up I thought bout running in the bank They better call me Master Papi, I might pull up in a tank Aye free Baby Belly Benny in the yard with the shake Who the fuck you know realer than me Bitch I'm where the dope dealers be Bitch I'm where the throat slitters be It's still free Peso out the cage The Glock be velcroed to my waist When you running em down gotta keep your pace Stand over a nigga and hit him in the face B5 swing that drac amazing grace Papi jump out the car with that fye That drac going off 5 5 5 Who shot that boy they said B5 Don't say that boy there bitch be quiet She want me to fuck her from the side Bitch eat my dick up, open wide 56'll send a bitch to God My hook Kareem Abdul-Jabbar I woke up fresher than a bitch Dope on my necklace and my wrist She say I'm sexy as a bitch She wanna sex me for a kid They know I'm Big Belly Fred, free my motherfucking twin Don't let this rap shit fool you I'll still jump out with that stick Von put a hundred on his opp I'm doing the same shit as him I'm hitting them niggas and hitting them niggas 'Til I don't see them niggas again I feel like Dr. Miami, way I'm paying for these bodies Courtroom stand tall, they call me Papi John Gotti Ask any nigga on the eastside all about me They say I'm known for selling dope A mobster here for doing wrongs My flip phone really jump, I turn a bitch up Domestic violence in that bowl, I beat a brick up I-I still walk that girl, I still push that boy I gave auntie one on her own, I told her take it and enjoy She said Papi you the one, you my motherfucking boy I love her like my momma sister If she was fine I'd probably kiss her Instead I hit her with a hug Good move give her ass a dud I said “I'm finna hit the app, make sure you vacuum clean the rug” Water on me it's a flood, I feel like a walking tub Free my motherfucking dog you know I answer every call Bitches like to play snake, that drac'll break a bitch face Make sure all my dogs straight in any prison upstate My momma said “You gon’ be great” It's still residue on her plate I told her “No more Section 8” I pray to God that she believe me I grab the plate I tried to slide I pray to God that she ain't see me I love my momma that's my dog I go to hell for all my dogs B5 ask me every call, he like “Pap what you got on” I go to tell him then he stop cuz he know I put that shit on I make a call you'll get ashamed A thousand cash, he got a phone We can Facetime every day if we want til his ass come home I call Pint up for a pint I'm in that type of mood tonight A nigga play, I shoot tonight Before rap I really moved the white That bitch a real chicken head They know I been getting bread I put the drac on a nigga head and tell him “Let's play Simon Says” Simon said shut the fuck up Bitch don't move, it's a stick up Simon said open up the fucking safe and hand all that shit up The drac hit you, you won't get up This bitch crunch niggas like a sit-up Break down the wood and roll that shit up I fuck my bitch then put that shit on I'm in the booth ain't got no shirt on Right now I'm feeling like C-Murder Aye free 5 out that cage that's my real deal B-Murder The opps talking on the net Jewelry on walking through the ‘jects I'm good in any hood I land, Papi get real deal respect If I put 60 on the chain what make you think I won't put it on your head Yano jump up out your bushes hit your ass like Ron Artest Peso tell me twin keep going, you been flexing I see you glowing Pop my shit every given moment My foot on they neck I won't let em pole up I took Yano out the streets, told him he ain't gotta drill He said I don't know how to rap on beats I told him talk it how you feel My nigga 2doe going crazy We got tight because them pills Knew that nigga yea straight, I never seen him give a deal Shoutout my nigga Charlie Sosa, all that boy know is slabs At the stove cooking glass, serve out the front, the side and back They know Papi love to trap Your favorite rapper love to cap Your favorite album that you heard from Pap, recorded in the trap Ride with a pistol in my lap, don't give a fuck bout going back I'm in that mode I'm finna black I get you killed no tit for tat Neph call me everyday He like “Pap stop saying that How you gon’ feel if you in the courtroom And them crackers start playing that?” Say what I mean, can't take it back I don't really give a fuck They say you and your bitch broke up No she broke and Papi up Liz, you pretty as a bitch Might take you shopping or some shit This song about my baby brother You know I just go to popping shit Aye free 5 out the can